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The Breaking Point

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I couldn’t breathe in that house anymore. Not with his words still echoing in my head and Eva’s fake smile following me everywhere.

I waited until the mansion was quiet, well after midnight. My hands shook as I folded clothes into a small bag. I touched my stomach gently and whispered, “It’s just you and me now, little one. I won’t let anyone treat you like a contract. We’re leaving tonight.”

The hallway felt endless as I crept toward the back entrance. Every creak of the floor made my
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  • Divorced but Obsessed    Midnight Flight

    I couldn’t stay one more night under that roof. Not after hearing Dylan and Eva talk about raising my baby like it was their future together. I waited until the mansion fell completely silent. My small bag was already packed with only the essentials. Clothes, some cash I had saved in secret, and the few things that truly mattered to me. I stood in front of the mirror for a moment, hand resting gently on my stomach. “We’re leaving tonight, little one,” I whispered. “I won’t let them turn you into a contract item. You deserve love. Real love.” My heart pounded as I crept down the long hallway. Every shadow made me freeze. I kept thinking about Dylan’s cold words. How he said I was just doing what I was paid for. How Eva was the only woman he had ever loved. The custody clause that could rip my child away from me. I couldn’t risk it. The back staircase felt endless. My sneakers made almost no sound on the marble, but every small creak sounded like thunder in my ears. I reache

  • Divorced but Obsessed    The Breaking Point

    I couldn’t breathe in that house anymore. Not with his words still echoing in my head and Eva’s fake smile following me everywhere. I waited until the mansion was quiet, well after midnight. My hands shook as I folded clothes into a small bag. I touched my stomach gently and whispered, “It’s just you and me now, little one. I won’t let anyone treat you like a contract. We’re leaving tonight.” The hallway felt endless as I crept toward the back entrance. Every creak of the floor made my heart stop. I kept thinking about Dylan’s cold face when he said Eva was the only woman he ever loved. About the custody clause that could take my baby away. I couldn’t stay another day. My phone buzzed quietly. It was Lily. “I’m at the gate like we planned. Hurry, sis.” “I’m coming,” I whispered back. “Just a little further.” I slipped out the side door into the cool night air. The garden path felt longer than usual. My heart pounded so hard I could hear it in my ears. I kept one hand on

  • Divorced but Obsessed    Shattered Truths

    Two pink lines shouldn’t have the power to destroy my entire world. I stood in the bathroom with three tests lined up on the counter, hands shaking so badly I could barely see straight. A month and a half after that stormy night. After the way Dylan had fucked me like he both hated and needed me. Positive. All three of them. I was pregnant. “Oh God,” I whispered, pressing a hand to my still-flat stomach. “What am I going to do?” Tears slipped down my cheeks. Part of me felt pure terror. Another part felt something warm and protective I wasn’t ready for. This baby was real. Mine. Ours. But how was I supposed to tell Dylan when he could barely stand to look at me? The next weeks were hell. Dylan buried himself in work even deeper, barely sleeping, barely eating. Eva Stone moved around the mansion like she belonged there, laughing with him over dinner, touching his arm, sharing old memories. I watched from the shadows, my nausea getting worse every day, my heart breaking a li

  • Divorced but Obsessed    Ghost from the past

    I couldn’t stop replaying every moan, every thrust, every filthy word Dylan had growled against my skin. The next few days blurred together. Dylan threw himself into work like a man possessed, spending hours locked in his study on calls, barking orders, fighting to take back full control of the Hart empire. I barely saw him except for brief, tense moments in the hallway where we both pretended the other didn’t exist. I moved through the mansion like a ghost, trying to process what had happened between us. My body still remembered the feeling of him inside me. The way he had fucked me so hard I saw stars. The way he had filled me. And now… I was late. Scared. But I pushed the thought down deep. It was too soon to be sure. Too soon to let hope or fear take over. One rainy afternoon, I was in the library reviewing household accounts when the doorbell rang. I heard raised voices, then footsteps. Curious, I stepped out onto the second-floor landing and looked down. A stunning w

  • Divorced but Obsessed    Burning Boundaries

    I hated how badly my body still ached for him even when he treated me like dirt. “New rules,” Dylan announced coldly the next morning, standing in the dining room like he owned every inch of air. “You stay in the east wing. I stay in the west. We don’t speak unless I say so. Don’t touch my things. Don’t wait for me at meals. Just stay the hell out of my way.” I slammed my coffee cup down. “You can’t be serious. This is my home too. I’ve been running this house for years.” “Your home?” He laughed, sharp and ugly. “This is a business arrangement. Nothing more. Accept it, Ivy. The sooner the better for both of us.” I stood up, heart twisting. “I accepted a lot while you were gone. Lonely nights. Your family treating me like trash. Giving up my whole life. But I won’t accept being treated like some unwanted guest in my own house.” “Too bad,” he said, stepping so close I could feel his breath. His voice dropped low. “Because that’s exactly what you are. An unwanted guest. Sta

  • Divorced but Obsessed    Stranger in my bed

    I thought waking up would fix everything. I was wrong. “Welcome home, Dylan,” I said softly as he stepped into the grand foyer of the mansion. My hands trembled at my sides. I wanted to reach for him, but the look on his face stopped me cold. “The staff prepared your favorite suite. I can show you if you want. Or I can get you something to eat. You must be exhausted after the hospital.” He ignored me completely and walked past like I was part of the furniture. His shoulders were tense under the expensive jacket. “I don’t need your help. This is my house. Not yours.” I followed him anyway, my heart pounding. “It is my house too. According to the contract. I’ve lived here for four years taking care of things while you were gone. Please, let me explain properly. The lawyers are waiting in the living room.” Dylan stopped abruptly and turned around. His gray eyes burned with anger. “The contract. Right. That’s all this is, isn’t it? Some piece of paper that let you worm your wa

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