Rising From Ashes: The Dragonless Wife's Revenge

I funded my husband's entire Dragon Knight Corps with my family's merchant gold, only for him to return from the border with a frail, pregnant woman in his arms.

Dashawn stood tall in the Great Hall, his voice booming with unquestionable arrogance.

"Beryl saved my life and is carrying my pure dragon heir. Starting today, she lives in the main keep."

In my past life, I swallowed my pride and accepted her to keep our family intact.

But Beryl was a Blackflame enemy spy. She drained my fortune and used her fake, stillborn fetus to frame me for murdering a royal bloodline.

My husband, whom I had sworn a sacred oath to, didn't hesitate to side with her.

He stripped off my enchanted armor and threw me onto the battlefield as bait, leaving me to burn to death in a sea of scorching dragonfire.

Until the flames consumed my flesh, I couldn't understand how my absolute devotion was repaid with such vicious betrayal.

I bought his armor and fed his three thousand knights, yet he handed me to the grim reaper for a lying refugee.

Opening my eyes again, I was back in the Great Hall on the exact day he brought his "lifesaver" home.

This time, I didn't fall to my knees and weep.

Instead, I slammed a vial of lethal Dragonslayer poison onto the rosewood table and smiled.

"If she takes one step into this keep, I will cut off your army's supply lines immediately. Choose for yourself."