When I caught my billionaire husband Julian in our bed with another woman for the eighth time, I didn’t scream or demand a divorce; I simply handed his mistress a coat, quietly knowing she carried a terminal, communicable pathogen. While Julian arrogantly abandoned our wedding anniversary to celebrate her birthday, I secretly hired biohazard teams to sanitize our estate and gathered ironclad evidence to claim his vast fortune
CHAPTER 1: THE DISCOVERY This was the eighth time I had caught my husband, Julian Sterling, in bed with another woman. I didn’t scream, nor did I cause a scene.…