Dihina Mantan Suami, Diratukan Cinta Sejati

Jay Dawson and I were married for six years. Back then, the news about his family forcing him to get married was all over the place.

He would rather marry a random woman in a hospital than follow his family's plan.

That random woman was me.

"There were so many people in that hospital. Why did you choose me?" I asked him once.

"It's because you cried the hardest. You looked easy to control," he replied.

Jay was right. He controlled me for six full years.

I had no parents, so my grandmother raised me. I thought I could give her a better life once I graduated and started working.

However, before that, she fell into the final stage of cancer, and it was Jay who paid for her expensive treatment.

After that, we became husband and wife in name only.

…

The next morning, Jay walked out of the bedroom shirtless, his hair messy and eyes still heavy with sleep. He headed straight for the bathroom.

A moment later, the young model from last night followed him out. She wore my black silk nightgown.

She plopped down next to me and scanned through me with her eyes curiously.

"How was last night? Enjoy the show?"

I ignored her, but she kept talking anyway.

"This silk feels amazing. You must have a good life with such a rich husband, but I guess you won't enjoy it much longer. Mr. Dawson is crazy about me."

To prove it, she pulled down her robe to show the red marks on her shoulder.

I glanced for just a second before looking away.

Her pale skin made the bruises stand out. My reaction made her even bolder, leaning closer.

"Let me guess. He's never done this to you, has he? Men love young, pretty girls. Don't you agree, sweetheart?"

The water in the shower stopped. Jay came out with his hair wet.

"What are you doing, Ivy? Go wash up," he said.

Her name was Ivy Grey. Her voice, her appearance—it all felt oddly familiar.

Jay stood there and stared at me, as if surprised I had not brought him his ironed suit or set breakfast on the table.

He sat down, tapped his fingers on the table, then looked at me with a smirk.

"Are you jealous, Rachel? Is this your way of showing you're mad at me?" Jay asked.

I said nothing. I just stared at him.

I really was grateful to Jay in the beginning. He had helped me when I needed it most. Even though my grandmother passed away in the end, I still thanked him.

That was why I agreed to the contract marriage.

I took care of his life hoping that he would understand my feelings one day, yet he never changed.

After four years of marriage, he started fooling around with other women.

Even when I saw lipstick stains on his shirt and smelled perfume on his sleeves, he showed no guilt.

When I questioned him, all I got in return was his icy-cold response.

"You have no right to ask."

Later, he started bringing women right into our home.

…

Ivy sat on his lap, looking sweet and spoiled.

Jay slowly fed her soup with a spoon, then turned to look at me.

"Rachel, I've already been patient with you."