After I Faked My Death, My CEO Ex-Wife Went Mad
Language: en
The day I found out my wife had a three-year-old son with another man, I planted explosives in our mansion, ready to end it all with her. But that night, Isabella never came home. As despair consumed me, I heard my ten-month-old daughter call out "Daddy" for the first time. In that moment, I no longer wanted to die. I took the most expensive car from the garage and detonated the bombs outside the mansion. Amid the flames, I drove to the airport. From then on, the man once known as Harbor City's laughingstock—Isabella's husband—vanished without a trace. Five years later, we…