My Death, His Ultimate Downfall

For a decade, I was the perfect wife to tech mogul Carson Jarvis. I cleaned up every scandal and endured every affair, trapped by my father's "poison pill" inheritance clause that would leave me with nothing if I divorced him.

His latest mistress was pregnant, but that wasn't what finally broke me. It was when he shut down our mansion's power grid for their tryst-and turned off my grandmother's life support.

He murdered her.

At a charity auction days later, he paraded his new love while she announced her pregnancy. When I confronted her for stealing my money, Carson watched as his guards broke my arm, leaving me bleeding on the floor while he comforted her.

He thought I was his unbreakable wife, a possession with nowhere else to go. He expected me to clean up this mess, just like all the others.

He was wrong. As I watched him shield her during the chaos of an explosion I secretly arranged, I knew my old life was over.

Tonight, the world would learn of my death. And with it, Carson Jarvis would lose everything.