The Substitute in a Gilded Cage

I was just a substitute, married to my CEO husband, Ryan, because I was the spitting image of his one true love.

For seven years, I played the role of the perfect wife, until I found another woman's lingerie in our bedroom.

He claimed she was just the violin teacher, caught in the rain and needing a place to change out of her wet clothes.

But when our son was hospitalized because of her carelessness, Ryan sided with her, "A son of mine can't be so fragile."

I finally demanded a divorce.

Now, he's begging me to stay.

"I sent her away. It's all over."

I met his gaze, my voice ice.

"Too late."