I Hated My Husband Until He Died

To pay off my family’s eight-million-dollar debt to ruthless loan sharks, I married Garrett Vance, an uneducated coal mining tycoon.

He wanted me because I was a beautiful, Ivy League-educated girl. I wanted him because his bank account was a bottomless pit of cash.

I despised his lack of culture. I hated the way he smacked his lips when he chewed. Armed with his black card, I ruled his mansion like a tyrant.

Yet, whenever I maxed out his credit cards, he would just smile warmly and say, "You look so beautiful, Chloe. The boys just pulled another truck of coal out of the shaft.