THE ALPHA'S DEAD LUNA

For three years, I endured my husband’s infidelity and my best friend’s betrayal, documenting every humiliating text they sent. While I suffered a miscarriage alone in the bathroom, they were popping champagne for their "new arrival". I didn’t break; I got even. I severed our sacred bond, sold my ring to fund a stray dog shelter, and vanished. When that 2GB file of his darkest secrets hit his inbox, his perfect world turned to ash.