Dumped the Scum, Married the Billionaire

After three years of marriage, I caught my husband cheating. At his victory banquet, separated only by a thin wall, I watched him with his mistress. As she swallowed his massive length, she mocked me for being "ordinary," "cold," and "boring." When I was kidnapped and nearly defiled, I didn't receive comfort. Instead, my husband looked at me with undisguised loathing. He wasn't worried about my trauma—he was afraid I had contracted an STD! Done with the disappointment and pain, I finally made my decision. I’m done with you! But after the divorce, my ex-husband turned into a obsessed stalker. With bloodshot eyes and a choking voice, he demanded, "Do you even have a heart? Why can't you see how much I love you?" Laughable. Love? I spat back, "Your love only makes me sick!" As my ex-husband knelt in the dirt, begging for a way back, my new husband pulled me into his arms. He is a man of supreme status and noble elegance. He looked down at my ex with eyes like frost. "Coveting my wife? You’re not even worthy."