His Five-Year Lie The Billionaire Wife's Revenge — Novel

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In a world where love can turn to betrayal in an instant, Flora Henson's life is shattered when her husband, Tony, reveals a five-year deception that rocks their family to its core. After a devastating accident erases Tony’s memory, Flora dedicates herself to rebuilding their lives, only to find her devotion rewarded with heartache. As his past resurfaces, including the return of his best friend Faith and a son Flora never knew existed, tensions boil over in a whirlwind of emotions.

With the stakes higher than ever, Flora grapples with the collapse of her dreams and the haunting question: how can she reclaim her life when the man she loves is drawn back into the arms of his former life? As secrets unravel and loyalties are tested, Flora must navigate the treacherous waters of love, loss, and revenge. When blood ties threaten to redefine family, can she find the strength to fight for what’s hers, or will she be forced to watch as everything she built is taken away?

In this gripping tale of passion and betrayal, every choice carries weight, and every relationship is fraught with tension. Will Flora rise from the ashes of her shattered dreams, or will she be consumed by the very lies that bound her?

His Five-Year Lie The Billionaire Wife's RevengeChapter 1

The first time I caught my husband Tony Henson in bed with another woman, it was in our own home.

The woman was Faith Whitney, the so-called best friend he always swore was "like a brother" to him.

I lost it. Ran straight into the street. Tony shoved me out of the way and took the hit himself, a delivery truck slamming him into a severe concussion.

When he woke up, every memory was gone. Every single one, except me. He knelt at the side of his hospital bed, tears streaming down his face, begging me not to leave.

"If I can't be with you, I'd rather die."

I looked at the scars crisscrossing his scalp, the ones he'd gotten saving me, and my heart caved. Faith, meanwhile, conveniently left the country.

For five years after that, Tony treated me like a princess. I gave him everything in return. I was even carrying his child.

Then came his thirtieth birthday party.

He'd had too much to drink. His eyes were bloodshot, his face twisted with something that looked like resentment.

"My own son is five years old, and I've never once heard him call me Dad!"

I assumed the alcohol was talking. He'd forgotten our baby hadn't even been born yet.