Semua Bab Sin for Me: Daddy's Doll: Bab 1 - Bab 10

Celeste pov. What would you do if you caught your husband cheating? Would you barge in and yell? Cry? Demand an explanation? Ask why he would do something like that to you? Different people have different reactions, different ways of processing shock and grief. But what if I told you that if I caught my husband cheating, I wouldn’t do anything? What if I told you I wouldn’t react or feel a thing? Not because I already had my suspicions, but because I had long accepted the truth: My husband, Ethan, the rising political star, didn't love me. To him, I was and would always be nothing more than a trophy wife. So no, I wouldn’t have reacted if I caught my husband cheating with another woman. But this… this was different. The reason I was currently trembling, my hand gripping the doorknob, my heart thudding so hard it felt like it might explode as I watched my husband make love to someone else in our matrimonial bed was because that woman wasn’t just anyone. That woman was m

Celeste pov. “So let me get this straight, you caught your husband cheating with your sister, she’s pregnant, you asked for a divorce, and now you’re here, drunk and looking for a man to cheat with before the divorce is finalized. Is that what you’re telling me?” the bartender, a man with green hair, asked as he placed another glass in front of me, a stunned expression on his face. My lips curved into a slow grin as I took the small glass and downed the liquor in seconds, nodding with a chuckle. “And don’t forget the part where he told me to accept the child as our own.” I pointed to myself, my voice slurring slightly. “He wanted me to fucking raise the child my sister and husband had behind my back. Haha, isn’t that hilarious?” “Damn, and you didn’t castrate him? Pluck out his eyes? Or at the very least, kick him in the dick?” he said, eyebrows raised as the music blasted through the bar. “If you ask me, I think a slap was letting him off way too easy.” I shrugged. Maybe I

Celeste pov. I didn’t know what was more shocking, hearing Emma say I’d signed a prenuptial agreement without knowing, or the fact that if I divorced Ethan now, I wouldn’t receive anything. That I wouldn’t make him pay for all the pain he’d caused me over the past three years. One second passed. I counted, hoping she’d laugh and admit it was some cruel joke. But another second slipped by, and she said nothing. Instead, she waited for me to speak, to explain why I had signed the agreement but what could I tell her when I had no idea it even existed? “Why aren’t you saying anything, Celeste? Don’t you understand what this means? What you signed says you won’t get a single thing from the marriage, even if that bastard cheats on you. You’ll be walking away with nothing! I don’t know why you trusted Ethan enough to let him do something like this. God, I’m really mad— this is so unfair...” Her voice trailed off, drowned out by the pounding of my heart as my thoughts began to blur and c

Celeste pov. He caught it. I wasn’t surprised, of course he would. I didn’t flinch, didn’t show any pain as his hand tightened around my wrist, hard enough that I was sure it would leave a bruise. Before I could even process what was happening, he yanked me toward him by the arm, forcing me to meet his furious gaze, his face just inches away from mine. “How dare you” He hissed and time seemed to stop as he stared at me with a look intense enough to freeze my entire body. I had never seen him this angry before. Even though Ethan was a horrible man, he was never the type to lose his composure. He always made sure his expression remained neutral and cool, never revealing his emotions because, according to him, that’s what made a good politician: the ability to maintain a flawless facade. And that was exactly why I knew I had pushed him past his limits. I wasn’t sure where the courage came from, but I had been pushed to mine too and at this point, I didn’t care. The corner

Celeste pov. I had married the devil. I had always known this. The man who smiled for the public and spoke passionately about changing the country for the greater good was the same man who embezzled public funds and mocked how stupid and gullible the citizens were. The man who visited orphanages to donate and spend time with less privileged children was the same man who came home afterward and scrub his hands in disgust, like their touch was filth he needed to wash off. The people’s politician. That’s what they called him. The man who should win the presidential election. The man who would supposedly change the nation. The kind, selfless man who put others’ wellbeing before his own. That was the same man now staring at me, a sickening glint in his eyes as my body trembled with fear and disbelief. Jace had told Ethan everything I’d confided in him. He’d called Ethan a cruel man. Said he would publish the truth, told me not to worry, that everything would be fine, only