The Secret Tycoon's Sweet Vengeful Queen

For two years, I played the obedient wife to a star hockey player, even shelving my own scientific research to protect his devoted family man brand.

Then, a text message led me to a luxury cabin in the freezing rain, where I saw my husband half-naked on a sofa with my best friend of ten years.

Through the glass, I heard them mocking my pathetic salary, laughing about how he only kept me around to balance the books for his charity foundation.

When I called him right outside the window, he smoothly lied about being in bed at the team hotel.

"Goodnight, sweetheart. Coach kept us on the ice late."

He kissed her right on the mouth as he spoke those words to me.

My heart shattered, realizing my entire marriage was a carefully crafted lie and my best friend was a parasite using me for clout.

I couldn't understand how they could take me for such a fool, humiliating me for years while expecting to walk away clean.

But I wasn't alone in the dark.

The man who brought me there was her husband—a supposedly broke, benched player who was secretly the billionaire owner of my husband's entire sports franchise.

"Now, how do you want to hit back?" he whispered in the shadows.

I wiped my tears, put on a backless crimson couture gown, and walked straight into the league's most exclusive VIP gala to tear my husband's fake life apart.