His Fake Wife Shattered Vows and Sweet Revenge — Novel

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When Jules finally marries the boy she’s loved since childhood, she believes she’s secured a future filled with devotion and happiness. But just days into their union, she stumbles upon a chilling truth: her wedding was a façade, orchestrated by Darren to fulfill his obligation to his ex-wife, Kitty, who has sinister plans of her own. As whispers of betrayal swirl around her, can Jules find the strength to reclaim her story from the shadows of deceit?

Caught in a web of lies, Jules faces the onslaught of public scorn as Kitty’s cruel games intensify. With her past entwined with Darren’s family, every glance and every choice becomes a battle for her dignity. Should she fight back against the relentless tide of accusations or is there a deeper strategy she can employ?

As tensions rise and the stakes grow higher, Jules must navigate the treacherous waters of love, revenge, and self-discovery. Can she shatter the bonds of betrayal and emerge victorious, or will she remain a pawn in a game far more complex than she ever imagined? In a world where nothing is as it seems, who can she trust when the truth threatens to break her apart?

His Fake Wife Shattered Vows and Sweet RevengeChapter 1

The boy I'd loved since childhood, Darren Farley, finalized his divorce and proposed to me the very next day, right there in front of everyone.

He dropped to one knee, his eyes brimming with sincerity and devotion.

"Jules, she and I were nothing but a business arrangement. There was never any real feeling between us."

"I'm done lying to myself. You're the one I truly love. Will you marry me?"

The whole world called me a homewrecker, said I was the other woman who'd clawed her way in. But those two sentences were all it took.

I ignored every whisper, every accusation, and married him without looking back.

Darren was like a teenager drunk on first love. For an entire week after the wedding, he barely let me out of bed.

After yet another round, he curled around me from behind, his fingertips tracing lazy circles on my lower belly, his voice thick with anticipation.

"Baby, do you think there might already be a little piece of us right here?"

I smiled, about to answer.

The phone on his nightstand lit up.

"Honey, today's the last day of Juliana Henson's fertile window. Go a few extra rounds and make sure she conceives."