Aria Woods

After years of marriage, my husband has always believed that our one-night stand was a trap I set for him.
There’s another woman in his heart.
What I never expected was that even my own son would turn his back on me.

The day I was diagnosed with a terminal illness, my husband was still thrusting into me, emptying himself with a roar.
The moment he finished, I opened my mouth to tell him I had three months to live.
He cut me off.
'Lindsey's back. Let's get a divorce.'
My heart died in that instant.

Eighteen years of a switched life turned her from a golden heiress into a girl from the slums.
But a misplaced fate forged an extraordinary soul.
And as her true identities unraveled one by one, what came crashing in first—like a tide she never saw coming—was love.

It took half a day to go from privileged heiress to the girl everyone called a nobody.
But the crossroads of life aren't determined by where you come from.
Caught in the whirlpool of fate and love, I will build an empire of my own.

The day I came home through the pouring rain, I found my husband and his mistress throwing a birthday party for my son.
I stood there like a ghost. Soaking wet. Invisible.
I was done. Done enduring this hollow, absurd excuse for a marriage. Done watching my own children give their love to another woman.
I was leaving them. For good.