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My Fiancé Is Having an Affair with My Adopted Sister, Little Does He Know I'm the Heiress to a Billionaire

Nine

My husband said he was working late on our anniversary. I saw him kissing Arabella in an alley. My parents told me to give her the company. My best friend said, "You're the fake daughter. You stole her life. Give it back." I smiled. I lost everything in one night. Then a Rolls-Royce pulled up. A man in a suit bowed. "Miss. Mr. Van Doren sent me to take you home." I froze. My real father is the richest man in the state. They have no idea what's coming.

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Chapter 1

Prologue

My husband said he was working late on our anniversary.

I saw him kissing Arabella in an alley.

My parents told me to give her the company.

My best friend said, "You're the fake daughter. You stole her life. Give it back."

I smiled.

I lost everything in one night.

Then a Rolls-Royce pulled up. A man in a suit bowed.

"Miss. Mr. Van Doren sent me to take you home."

I froze.

My real father is the richest man in the state.

They have no idea what's coming.

Chapter 1

On our third wedding anniversary, I held a bouquet of blue roses outside my husband's company building.

My phone buzzed. A text from Alistair: "Working late tonight, honey. Don't wait up."

But I'd just watched him send that message. Then I watched him pull Arabella into the alley next to the building and kiss her like his life depended on it.

Three years of marriage. Three years of him being the perfect husband. When did Alistair start sleeping with my adopted sister?

My heart felt like someone was carving it out with a dull knife.

I dropped the flowers in the trash and went home.

I sat on the couch in the dark. Hours passed. Then headlights flashed through the window. 1 AM.

"Ah!" Arabella shrieked when she walked in. "Seraphina, what the hell? Sitting here in the dark like a ghost?"

Alistair walked in behind her. Lipstick smudged. Fresh bite mark on his neck. Both their lips were swollen.

I'd been stupid enough to hope he'd remember our anniversary. But it was over now. And he'd forgotten.

"Ran into Arabella on the way home," Alistair said, not meeting my eyes. He sat down and tried to pull me into a hug. I stood up and walked away. "Honey, why are you still up?"

"Your lips are swollen. Get stung by a bee?"

Arabella shot me a smug look.

Alistair's eyes flickered with panic, then smoothed over. "Team dinner. Spicy food."

Alistair never ate late. He'd made me stop eating after 8 PM. Now lies came easy.

"Today was our third anniversary," I said flatly. "But it's over now."

I walked to our bedroom.

Alistair looked surprised but followed.

Inside, his face switched to the familiar loving mask. "I'm sorry, babe. Work was crazy. Let me make it up to you tomorrow, okay?"

I said "okay" just to shut him up.

I stared at the ceiling all night. Alistair snored.

Chapter 1

Prologue

My husband said he was working late on our anniversary.

I saw him kissing Arabella in an alley.

My parents told me to give her the company.

My best friend said, "You're the fake daughter. You stole her life. Give it back."

I smiled.

I lost everything in one night.

Then a Rolls-Royce pulled up. A man in a suit bowed.

"Miss. Mr. Van Doren sent me to take you home."

I froze.

My real father is the richest man in the state.

They have no idea what's coming.

Chapter 1

On our third wedding anniversary, I held a bouquet of blue roses outside my husband's company building.

My phone buzzed. A text from Alistair: "Working late tonight, honey. Don't wait up."

But I'd just watched him send that message. Then I watched him pull Arabella into the alley next to the building and kiss her like his life depended on it.

Three years of marriage. Three years of him being the perfect husband. When did Alistair start sleeping with my adopted sister?

My heart felt like someone was carving it out with a dull knife.

I dropped the flowers in the trash and went home.

I sat on the couch in the dark. Hours passed. Then headlights flashed through the window. 1 AM.

"Ah!" Arabella shrieked when she walked in. "Seraphina, what the hell? Sitting here in the dark like a ghost?"

Alistair walked in behind her. Lipstick smudged. Fresh bite mark on his neck. Both their lips were swollen.

I'd been stupid enough to hope he'd remember our anniversary. But it was over now. And he'd forgotten.

"Ran into Arabella on the way home," Alistair said, not meeting my eyes. He sat down and tried to pull me into a hug. I stood up and walked away. "Honey, why are you still up?"

"Your lips are swollen. Get stung by a bee?"

Arabella shot me a smug look.

Alistair's eyes flickered with panic, then smoothed over. "Team dinner. Spicy food."

Alistair never ate late. He'd made me stop eating after 8 PM. Now lies came easy.

"Today was our third anniversary," I said flatly. "But it's over now."

I walked to our bedroom.

Alistair looked surprised but followed.

Inside, his face switched to the familiar loving mask. "I'm sorry, babe. Work was crazy. Let me make it up to you tomorrow, okay?"

I said "okay" just to shut him up.

I stared at the ceiling all night. Alistair snored.