LOGIN“Just stay married to me for three years. After that, we divorce. In return, I’ll help you destroy your husband and the woman who took your child.” I agreed. Not because I was weak. But because I survived. I was once a devoted wife. Obedient. Loyal. Pregnant with a child I believed would save my marriage. Then his first love returned, and everything I trusted turned to blood and betrayal. We were rushed to the same hospital. I was bleeding. She was crying in his arms. There was only one operating room left. He chose her. He wheeled his mistress, his first love, into surgery and left me behind to miscarry alone. I lost my baby on a cold hospital bed while my husband held another woman’s hand. I divorced him. But some wounds do not heal. They sharpen. Now I have a contract marriage, a man with no love to give, and a plan written in patience and pain. I will take everything my ex-husband values, piece by piece, and make him beg for what he threw away. Forgiveness is for the dead. And I am very much alive. Watch out, husband. I will ruin you.
View More(Jenny’s POV) The smile remained on my face long after the words left my mouth. "I’m his wife, after all." For a moment, nobody spoke. The atmosphere shifted ever so slightly. It was subtle, but I noticed it. Vanessa noticed it too. The people standing nearby exchanged glances. Because no matter how much Vanessa clung to James's arm, no matter how many rumors had been spreading throughout the city, there was one fact nobody could deny. I was still Mrs. Williams. Legally. Publicly. Officially. And that irritated Vanessa more than anything. I could see it in her eyes. Only for a second. Then her smile returned. Beautiful. Polite. Fake. "Oh, of course," she laughed softly. "I didn't mean it that way." I smiled back. Neither of us believed the other. James cleared his throat. "Let's go inside." He sounded uncomfortable. Good. For once, let him be uncomfortable. I followed them into the grand ballroom. The place was enormous. Crystal chandeliers hung from the
Chapter Title: First Night, Public Humiliation(Jenny’s POV)The next day came faster than I expected.Or maybe I just never slept at all.I sat by my brother’s bedside the entire night, watching the slow rise and fall of his chest as the machine beside him beeped steadily. Each sound felt like a reminder. A countdown. A warning.I had cried so much that my eyes burned now. There were no more tears left, only a hollow ache that settled deep in my chest.Morning came, then afternoon, and before I knew it, night fell again.And with it… him.James.The door opened quietly, but I didn’t turn. I already knew it was him. I could feel his presence. Heavy. Suffocating. Like a storm cloud that refused to leave.“Jenny,” he called softly.That tone.The same tone he used when he wanted to pretend everything was fine.I didn’t respond.“I told you to go home and rest,” he continued, walking closer. “You’ve been here too long.”Still, I said nothing. My fingers tightened slightly around my broth
Jenny’s POV One week later, I sat in the hospital room, staring at nothing. My eyes burned. Not from lack of sleep alone, but from everything. From crying too much. From thinking too much. From feeling too much. Back then, I told myself I was ready. Ready to fight. Ready to leave. Ready to destroy everything that had been built on lies. But now… Now, I wasn’t ready anymore. I lowered my head slightly, my fingers tightening around the cold metal railing of the hospital bed beside me. After I got the evidence of James’ infidelity, I did exactly what I said I would do. I filed for a divorce. I didn’t hesitate. I didn’t look back. But James found out. Of course he did. And then he showed me just how powerful he really was. I swallowed hard, my throat aching as the memory replayed in my mind. The message. The warning. My brother. My only family. He wasn’t even related to me by blood, but that never mattered. He was adopted by my parents when we were younge
Jenny’s POVI stayed in his office longer than I should have.He had told me to sit, and I did. After that, he simply returned to whatever he had been doing before I arrived. Files were open on his tablet. A few printed documents lay neatly stacked to his right. His phone buzzed once. He ignored it.And me.I cleared my throat.Once.Twice.By the fifth time, it was no longer subtle. By the tenth, it was intentional.He did not look up.The only sound in the room was the faint scratch of his pen and the quiet hum of the air conditioner. I shifted in my seat, crossed and uncrossed my legs, checked the time on my phone, then locked it again.Was this another power move?To make me wait?To make me feel small?I leaned forward slightly. “Are you going to keep pretending I’m not here?”No response.I inhaled slowly through my nose. Fine. If this was a test of patience, I could pass it.Ten more minutes went by before he finally placed his pen down. He adjusted the cuff of his sleeve and t






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