You Treasure Her, While Ten Tycoons Spoil Me

My husband of three years suddenly brought his mistress and her son into our home.

Without a hint of emotion, Jude threw a divorce agreement at me and told me to pack my things immediately so they could move in.

I signed the papers and walked away without taking a single penny.

But just hours later, a black SUV intentionally ran me over in a dark alley, shattering my leg.

The men who did it sneered, saying their boss wanted me out of New York permanently.

At the hospital, I was prepped for an emergency surgery to save my leg from permanent disability.

But Jude, who owned the hospital, ordered my operating room shut down.

He forced the entire surgical team to abandon me just to treat a minor cut on his mistress's finger.

Lying there in agony, I couldn't understand how the man I had loved for three years could be so monstrous.

He didn't just want to erase our marriage; he wanted to destroy my life completely.

When I finally woke up after being saved by a friend, Jude was standing by my bed, trying to explain.

I looked at him calmly and spoke.

"I'm sorry, do we know each other?"

I vowed right then that I would stay in New York and take back everything he owed me.

And just a few hours later, his precious new son mysteriously disappeared.