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Teela married King Heavenly because she loved him, but life in the Heavenly household was anything but euphoric. Lettie, her hard-as-nails mother-in-law, treats her like an unpaid servant. The family treats her like an outsider. King treats her like a shadow, transparent and forgettable. 

When Lettie presses Teela to prove her value to the family or get out, Teela has a decision to make. But she’s not leaving without a fight.

King Heavenly rules Heavenly Industries with an iron fist, but he leaves his home life to his mother to manage, and that includes the management of his boring little wife. Teela has never complained. She’s never done anything interesting, for that matter. She’s just one more responsibility in a long line of responsibilities that King shoulders on a daily basis, and that is exactly how he treats her — as a responsibility that he’s delegated to his mother. 

Suddenly Teela steps out of the shadows and into a fight with him and his whole family, and King is baffled by the ruthless actions of his now daring wife. He’d always heard that vengeance is a dish best served cold, but Teela is coming in hot!

Wife’s Bitter Revenge Against Neglectful CEO Husband

I hoped this didn't turn into a legal case, and I certainly didn't plan on corporate espionage, but I couldn't guarantee I wouldn't ruin King.

I could scrub the world clean of people like Nan. It was harder with people like King, who were high-profile in social and business circles. It could be done, I supposed, and I was up to the challenge, but I hoped it didn't go that far.

I debated addressing Min's not telling me I was being followed with him, but I didn't. Ben was in love with Min. I didn't want to cause conflict. I also questioned what it would accomplish. Jake didn't seem overly concerned when I confronted him about it. I suspected Min would blow me off as well. After all, it was just spying for personal reasons. I wondered if they would feel the same if it were their lives. Then again, the pictures made both of these men complicit in my supposed infidelity.

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