My Husband's Perfect Deception

For five years, my life was perfect. I was the political genius who put my father on a path to the White House. My charming husband, Christian, adored me.

It was all a meticulously crafted lie.

His ex-fiancée, Isabelle, the one they told me died in a car crash? She wasn't dead. I found her living in a secluded estate with my husband and their four-year-old son.

My own father was funding their secret life. My entire family was in on it.

Then I found the video. My father, my stepmother, and Christian, all planning my character assassination.

"We paint her as emotionally volatile, a liability," my father said. "We discredit her before she can discredit us."

They weren't just hiding a secret. They were prepared to destroy me to protect it. The family I thought was my anchor was my prison, and the man I loved was my warden.

The idealistic girl who craved her father's approval died right there. She was replaced by a cold, precise fury.

I copied their entire secret life onto an encrypted flash drive. I built their dynasty.

And now, I was going to be the one to burn it to ash.