The Billionaire's Forsaken Wife
"Zyran, look at me. If you walk out that door with her, you can't come back," Roosevelt pleaded, her hand instinctively covering her stomach.
Zyran paused, his hand on the doorknob, while his childhood sweetheart wept softly against his chest. He didn't look back. "She needs me, Roosevelt. You are strong; you can take care of yourself."
The door clicked shut, sealing his decision. He didn't notice the blood trickling down Roosevelt's leg, nor did he hear her whisper,
Roosevelt had everything a woman could want: beauty, a great reputation as a top interior designer, and a marriage to Zyran, the city's coldest and most elusive billionaire. Though Zyran spoke little and showed hardly any affection, Roosevelt loved him quietly. She believed his hardness was a shield she could one day break through.
On the eve of their fourth anniversary, Roosevelt got the miracle she had hoped for: a positive pregnancy test. She dreamed of the moment his icy demeanor would warm into a smile, finally bringing their family together.
But before she could share the news, the ghost of Zyran’s past returned. A fragile, teary-eyed woman from his youth reappeared, seeking his protection and time. As Zyran’s attention shifted, Roosevelt slipped into the background of her own marriage. She thought she could bear the neglect until a life-changing accident forced Zyran to choose between his wife and his past.
He made his choice, and by the time the billionaire understood the weight of what he had lost, Roosevelt and the secret she carried was already gone.
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Chapter: Chapter 5My body ached. The excitement of being back at work had faded, replaced by a dull throb in my ankle and the exhaustion of hiding a pregnancy. I unlocked the heavy front door of the Safe House, expecting silence and a cold, empty hallway. Instead, laughter filled the air. "Oh, look at you! You are still as beautiful as a doll, Mina!" "Stop it, Clara! You are making me blush." My hand froze on the doorknob. That was Zyran’s sister, Clara. The other voice, the deep, commanding one belonged to his mother, Beatrice. I took a deep breath. Just be polite, I told myself, be the good wife. I walked into the living room. The sight before me made my stomach drop. Mina sat in the center of the plush velvet sofa, wrapped in a cashmere blanket I recognized, it was a gift Zyran had given his mother last Christmas. Beatrice held Mina’s hand on one side while Clara was on the other, brushing a stray lock of hair from Mina’s face. Zyran stood by the fireplace, watching them with a soft, reliev
Última actualización: 2026-03-07
Chapter: Chapter 4The sun was shining through the heavy curtains of the guest bedroom, but I felt like I was under a dark cloud. I stared at my phone screen, the message from the unknown number was still there. The picture of Zyran and Mina looking so happy together mocked me. “I’ll enjoy him later.” "Stop looking at it," a voice said sharply. I looked up. Nixie walked into the room carrying a tray with toast, fruit, and a glass of milk. She looked angry, but her eyes softened when she met my gaze. "You didn't sleep at all, did you?" she asked, setting the tray down on the bed. "I couldn't," I admitted, sitting up slowly. My body felt heavy. My ankle was stiff, wrapped in a bandage, and my stomach felt tender. "Nixie, that text message... do you think they are...?" "Sleeping together?" Nixie finished for me. She sat on the edge of the bed and sighed. "Honestly, Rose? I don't know. Men can be clueless. But Zyran isn't the type to cheat. He's too concerned about his reputation and his 'principles.'
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Chapter: Chapter 3"He thinks I'm you?," I asked, my voice shaking. The room suddenly felt cold. I looked at the door, half-expecting someone to burst in. Zyran's expression turned serious. He grabbed his phone and quickly dialed a number. "Security," he said sharply. "Code Red, I need four men at my wife’s door right now and check the parking lot." He hung up and turned to Mina. She was shivering, wrapping her arms around herself. "Mina, sit down," Zyran said gently. "He won't touch her and he won't touch you." "I'm so sorry, Zyran," Mina cried. "I didn't mean to create this trouble for your family. I should just leave. I should let him find me." "Don't be foolish," Zyran said, but he squeezed her shoulder. "You are not going anywhere. You are family." I stared at him, confused. "Family?" Zyran looked at me, his eyes serious. "Roosevelt, I didn’t have time to explain earlier. Mina isn’t just a college friend, we grew up on the same street. She has known me since I was five." He glanced at Min
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Chapter: Chapter 2 My body hit the wooden floor at the bottom of the stairs with a hard, dull sound. A sharp pain shot through my ankle, and my head spun. For a moment, I couldn't breathe, I just lay there, staring at the ceiling, trying to figure out what had just happened. "Roosevelt!" I heard heavy footsteps running down the hallway. Zyran appeared above me, his face was pale. For a moment, I saw panic in his eyes. "Are you okay?" He knelt beside me, his hands hovering over my arms. "What happened? Did you slip?" I gritted my teeth against the pain and looked up past him. Mina was standing at the top of the stairs. She had one hand over her mouth, and her eyes were wide with fake shock. "She pushed me," I gasped. I grabbed Zyran’s sleeve. "Zyran, she pushed me." Zyran frowned. He looked up at Mina, then back at me. His expression shifted from worry to annoyance. "Roosevelt, don't be ridiculous," he said in a low, stern voice. "Mina can barely stand, how could she push you?" "I'm telling you
Última actualización: 2026-03-07
Chapter: Chapter 1ROOSEVELT'S POVThe rich smell of rosemary and sizzling butter filled the dining room, but I couldn't bring myself to take a bite. My focus was entirely on the man sitting across from me, Zyran.The soft light from the chandelier reflected off his raven-black hair, perfectly styled even after a long day at work. He had taken off his suit jacket, and the sleeves of his white shirt were rolled up to his elbows, revealing strong, veined forearms that flexed slightly as he cut into his steak. He looked like a masterpiece crafted by a god, sharp jawline, high cheekbones, and lips that typically formed a firm line.He was breathtaking, he was powerful and he was mine.Today was our fourth wedding anniversary. Usually, Zyran would have his assistant send a gift, a diamond necklace or a designer bag, and we would go about our separate lives. But this year, I had asked for something different. I wanted time. Just a cozy dinner at home, cooked by me.Despite his busy schedule running an empire
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