Elara Voss

For five years, Vivian sacrificed her brilliant scientific career to be the perfect wife to billionaire Dylan Hudson and a devoted mother to their son, Allen. Her reward? Her husband's cold indifference and her son's cruel rejection, both secretly manipulated by Dylan’s two-faced assistant, Hazel.

When her five-year-old son screams, "You're not my real mom! I want Hazel!", Vivian's heart finally shatters. She signs the divorce papers and walks away without looking back.

But Vivian isn't just a desperate housewife. She is the hidden heiress to the powerful Wilson family and a genius scientist. As she reclaims her empire and catches the eye of a devoted, even wealthier single father, Dylan realizes the massive mistake he made.

Now, her billionaire ex-husband and the son who pushed her away are on their knees, desperate to win her back. But Vivian only has one cold answer: "It's too late."

Eight years together. And all it took was one video to shatter everything.

My fiancé. My protégée. Tangled together — five days before our wedding.

"If my mother hadn't pressured me, I never would've agreed to marry her."

That was the moment she woke up. Lily. The woman I'd buried for eight years. Former top-ranked assassin on The Zenith Class — the one who single-handedly dismantled an entire criminal council.

I wanted to walk away clean.

Instead, I got dragged into a web of dirty money, a missing cargo ship worth two hundred million dollars, and a man who had no business knowing my secrets — yet somehow knew all of them.

He's shameless. Dangerous. Infuriating.

"Your body doesn't lie, Lily. Part of you wants to go back."

I told myself he meant nothing.

With a dying mother-in-law's last wish hanging over me, and enemies closing in from every side, I had one question left to answer —

After you see through every lie, every betrayal, every illusion you built your life on...

Who do you finally choose to live for?

I am Penelope Hartwell — elite hacker, shadow founder of three tech companies, holder of dozens of AI patents.

But to my husband Dominic, I was nothing more than a pawn protecting the woman he truly loved.

Then came the diagnosis: stomach cancer. And a system record showing I was — unmarried. The marriage I'd spent three years holding together had been a lie from the very start.

He stood before a room full of powerful men and ordered me to escort his mistress to meet his grandfather.

I threw the divorce papers at his feet. Then I walked away and closed a thirty-million-dollar investment deal with technology running twenty-four times faster than anything else in the industry.

By the time he realized who I truly was and came hunting for me, every piece was already in place.

But there's one thing I've hidden from everyone —

Hemoglobin at 5.8g/dL. The tumor is accelerating.

I've given myself a deadline: fourteen days, then surgery.

Dominic — will you even leave me that?