The Billionaire's Beloved Ex-Wife

"What a jerk! Instead of caring for his wife after her accident, he’s off having a good time with another woman!" I offered a sad smile at my best friend’s outburst, but it was the truth. Far from looking after me at the hospital, he wouldn't even answer my calls. My name is Isla Grace, when I was eighteen, my father sent me to marry Leonard Ashford because he couldn't pay off his debts.At the time, Leonard didn't reject me, but he also didn't allow me to reveal our marital status. Only Aria and my family knew that I was Leonard Asford's wife. For five years, I’ve tried to be a good wife and daughter-in-law, yet I’ve never received any recognition. Leonard only looks me in the eye and speaks to me when we’re in bed together. Once his lust is satisfied, I’m treated like a stranger. "Damn it, it makes me so angry. If I were you, I wouldn't stand for being treated this way. The more patient you are, the more they’ll take you for granted!" Aria fumed, glaring at me. "What els

Dominic was a fun and engaging person. He knew how to balance out my shy nature. The audition went smoothly, Dominic seemed even more pleased when he discovered I could write my own songs. "That was truly impressive, Isla. I’m certain you’re going to be a famous singer!" Dominic praised as we wrapped up the audition. "Thank you, Boss." "You can officially join the agency starting tomorrow. Aria will handle the registration process. You just need to focus on practicing and building your confidence—Aria will guide you through the rest!" "Understood, Boss Dominic." "Alright, you two can head home now. I need to get to the office myself," Dominic said. Before we left, Dominic spoke with Aria. I could faintly hear him mentioning that I still needed some grooming treatments, after all, being a singer required looking flawless on camera. That’s why, after leaving Dominic’s house, I didn't question it when Aria took me to a beauty salon. I underwent a head-to-toe makeove

My father kept calling, feeling exasperated, I chose to turn off my phone. My father only remembers me when he needs something. It is a painful truth for me to accept. When I arrived home, I was startled to see my father's car.As soon as I stepped inside, my parents—who had been sitting in the living room—immediately approached me. "Isla Grace, we heard you were in an accident. How are you?" my mother asked. "A mild concussion," I replied flatly."But you're better now, right?" my mother interjected. "Hmm. Why are you here?" I asked in return."Isla Grace, Liam is building a business, but we’re short on capital. What if you asked your husband to collaborate with us?" my father whispered. It’s always like this, for Liam’s sake, they humiliate me within the Ashford family. "I'm sorry, Dad. I can't do that. We’ve been acting like parasites all this time," I refused. "What do you mean, 'parasites'? You’re his wife! It’s your husband’s duty to help your family!" my father growled,