Scorned Wife'S Revenge

Seven years ago, a fateful night entangled Evelyn with Xavier, the ruthless CEO of GT Group. Now a struggling single mother, she desperately seeks a father figure for her son William while fending off her obsessive stalker - William's teacher Richard. Their worlds collide again when Evelyn saves Xavier's mother from a mugging. Unaware he's William's real father, she enters a marriage contract with Xavier, who's hiding his billionaire identity. But when William becomes a bullying target, both parents storm into school - triggering Richard's vicious retaliation and exposing elite academia's darkest secrets. As chaos erupts, Xavier's true identity threatens to shatter their fragile arrangement...

Scorned Wife'S Revenge

Seven years ago, a fateful night entangled Evelyn with Xavier, the ruthless CEO of GT Group. Now a struggling single mother, she desperately seeks a father figure for her son William while fending off her obsessive stalker - William's teacher Richard. Their worlds collide again when Evelyn saves Xavier's mother from a mugging. Unaware he's William's real father, she enters a marriage contract with Xavier, who's hiding his billionaire identity. But when William becomes a bullying target, both parents storm into school - triggering Richard's vicious retaliation and exposing elite academia's darkest secrets. As chaos erupts, Xavier's true identity threatens to shatter their fragile arrangement...

Rain stings my face as I drag William through the subway tunnel, his small hand trembling in mine. Behind us, Richard’s voice echoes—too calm, too close. "You don’t have to run, Evelyn. I only want what’s best for him." My stomach twists. He knows too much.

Then my phone buzzes: He’s found the photos.

I freeze. The ones from that night—seven years ago—with Xavier. The ones I thought were gone forever. A car screeches above. Headlights slice through the downpour. Out steps a man in a tailored coat, barking orders into a radio. Xavier. Unaware. Unreachable.

But then he sees me. His eyes narrow. Not anger—recognition.

William tugs my arm. "Mom, who is he?"

Before I can answer, Xavier strides forward. "You saved my mother’s life. Now you’re going to tell me why you’re running—and why that man won’t stop following you."