The Billionaire's Betrayed Wife My Revenge Rebirth

On the day of our tenth wedding anniversary, my gift arrived—photos of my husband, Zane Morton, in bed with my younger sister, Olivia Simmons.

Ten years of marriage. This wasn't the first time Zane cheated, but it cut the deepest.

"Let's get a divorce."

When I handed him the divorce papers, he was still on a video call with Olivia.

"Be good, sweetheart. Wear that set tonight and wait for me."

After hanging up, he glanced at me with a smirk and signed his name with a flourish.

"Wife, after ten years, you really should've learned by now."

"I'm setting you free—but can you actually leave?"

He slid a black card across the table alongside the signed papers.

"Alright, stop being dramatic."

"This time, same as always—even if she's your sister, I'll play with her for a month, tops."

"Then I'll come back home."

"After all, you're my true love. We even have a son."

What he didn't know: this time, I wasn't waiting.

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I threw the black card back at him. Grabbed only the signed divorce papers. Turned and walked away.

"Stop!"

Panic crept into his voice.

He caught up, gripping my shoulders, and let out a soft sigh.

"Jealous?"

"Because I slept with Olivia? Hm?"

I didn't speak. Didn't cry. My tears had dried up the moment those photos hit my phone.

Olivia is my biological sister—my twin. But from childhood, I was the one who scraped by while she lived like a princess, draped in silk and dripping with privilege.

Our parents adored her. They told me they regretted not strangling me at birth—that way, Olivia could've been their precious only child.

Teachers praised her, calling her gifted—while I was "ignorant trash," too shabby to even be her classmate.

Classmates and friends helped her torment me, over and over.

They doused me with cold water. Force-fed me rotten food. Made me kneel on concrete and kowtow to her.

I lived in her shadow for twenty years.

Then I met Zane—whose eyes held only me.

Now he wanted her too.

"Wife."

He pulled me into his arms, patting my back, voice dripping warmth.

"Didn't we agree? I'll give you all my love and devotion—but you can't keep demanding I stay faithful physically."

He spread his arms, gesturing at his lavish office.

"Look around. I'm the Morton heir—the Graystone Mortons."

"I've got the looks, the money. I can't spend every day playing some Cinderella fairy tale with you."

"You're a mother now. Be realistic."

"I swear, the position of Mrs. Morton will always be yours. Isn't that enough?"

I stared at him and almost laughed.

"Zane, you don't actually think I care about being Mrs. Morton, do you?"

His mother, Hannah Morton, was vicious and cruel. From the day I married in, she treated me like an enemy—never granting me an ounce of the dignity the title should've carried. It was just an empty label, useful only as her excuse to torment me.

Zane's eyes narrowed. His voice turned cold.

"But you need to be Mrs. Morton, baby."

"Your father owes a fortune. Without my monthly payments, his hands would've been chopped off by now."

"Your mother's health is failing. It's the Morton family's medical team keeping her alive."