Biliionaire Husband Wants Us Back.
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"Get rid of it."
Six years later, those three words still echo in Valentina's chest every time she looks at her daughter's face. Mateo Castillo never wanted a child with the wife he never chose. So she buried the truth, built an empire in secret, and learned to survive on nothing but her own strength.
Then he walks in carrying another woman's blood on his shirt, and asks Valentina to fix what he broke.
"Who were you talking to?" he demands, eyes narrowed on the laptop she just slammed shut.
"Nobody," she lies, hiding five years of secrets in one word.
She wants out. He wants thirty days to make his affair look respectable first. She agrees, because she has nothing left to fight for in his world.
But New York gives her back her name, her career, and a man who finally looks at her like she matters. "You deserve someone who sees you," Adrián whispers, and for the first time, Valentina lets herself believe it.
Too late, Mateo realizes what he threw away.
"She's mine," he breathes, staring at a little girl with his eyes.
"She was never yours," Valentina snaps. "You made sure of that."
Betrayal. Obsession. A conspiracy neither saw coming. And a love that has to break completely before it can finally become real.
He lost her once. He will not survive losing her twice.
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Chapter: Chapter FiveDay three of the countdown. Twenty seven days left.I drew another line on the calendar taped to my bathroom mirror. A neat, black slash through the number. Twenty seven more of these, and I would be free.I stared at myself in the mirror. Black fitted dress. Hair pulled back. Light makeup. Professional, polished, and not at all like a woman whose life had imploded seventy two hours ago.The healthcare symposium was being held at the Meridian Convention Center downtown. Three thousand attendees. Press. Industry leaders. The kind of event that used to be my world before I traded it all for a marriage license and a man who never once asked how my day went.I parked two blocks away and walked the rest of the distance. The morning air smelled like coffee and exhaust and something floral from the park nearby. Normal. Ordinary. The kind of morning that doesn't know it's about to become a memory you carry forever.I saw the crowd before I saw her.Camila made her entrance like she was walkin
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Chapter: Chapter FourMateo's reasoning for refusing the divorce had nothing to do with me. Of course it didn't."Thirty days," he had said through the phone later that night, his voice flat and businesslike, like he was negotiating a lease extension instead of a marriage. "The contract still has thirty days left. I need the scandal to die down before Camila's engagement to Andrés is formally ended. If we divorce now and I go public with her immediately, it looks worse than it already does.""So you want me to stay married to you for another month so your affair looks slightly less disgusting to the public.""I want thirty days, Valentina. That's all.""Fine." I didn't even fight it. What was the point? Thirty days was nothing. I had survived seven years. "Thirty days. Then I never see you again."He hung up without saying goodbye. Typical.That evening, I sat across from Marisol at a wine bar downtown, watching her work through her second glass of red while she processed everything I had told her. Marisol
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Chapter: Chapter ThreeThree days.Three days of no sleep, no appetite, nothing but cold clarity and the systematic dismantling of a life I never should have built around a man who treated me like furniture.I spent the first night rereading our marriage contract. Section fourteen, subsection B. Dissolution terms. Funny how a lawyer could make the death of a marriage sound so clean. Mutual agreement or expiration of term. Division of independently held assets. No spousal support. No claims on pre-existing property. It read like a lease termination for an apartment neither party liked.The second day, I quit my job at St. Raphael's Hospital. Dr. Fuentes tried to talk me out of it. He said I was the best surgeon they had. I thanked him and handed in my badge. That hospital was the last thread connecting me to the Castillo orbit, and I needed to cut it clean.The third day, I went back to the house.Our house. Except it was never really ours. It was Mateo's house that I happened to live in, the way a potted pl
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Chapter: Chapter TwoHe laid her on the table like she was something sacred.I watched his hands. The way his fingers lingered on her shoulder. The way he brushed her hair back from her forehead and murmured something I couldn't hear. My husband. Touching another woman with more care than he had shown me in our entire marriage.I felt the familiar numbness settle over me like a second skin. Good. Numb was useful. Numb got the job done."Camila." I kept my voice flat. Clinical. "I need you to tell me where you're hurt."She looked up at Mateo instead of me. Her eyes were red and swollen, and she gripped his wrist like she was drowning. "I don't want her touching me. Anyone but her.""There's no one else right now." Mateo's hand closed over hers. "She's a doctor. She'll be professional."She'll be professional. Not she's my wife. Not she's good at her job. Just she'll be professional, like I was some machine he was turning on to perform a function."I'll be outside," he added, leaning down until his forehea
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Chapter: Chapter OneSeven years.Two thousand five hundred and fifty-five days of pretending to be invisible inside a marriage that was never supposed to mean anything. And here I was, about to hand over the one thing I built with my own two hands just to give my daughter a father who never wanted her in the first place.The equity transfer documents sat on my desk like a death sentence. Forty two percent of MedAI Technologies. My blood. My sleepless nights. My entire identity outside of being Mateo Castillo's contract wife.My laptop screen glowed with Luciana's face. Five years old. Big brown eyes full of trust. She was sitting on Santiago's lap back in New York, wearing her favorite yellow dress, waving at me like I was the whole world."Mami, when are you coming home? Santiago burned the pancakes again.""I did not burn them." Santiago's voice came through flat, but I could see the corner of his mouth twitching. "I caramelized them.""They were black, Santiago.""That's what caramelized means, little
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