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Chapter 1

CINDY’S POV“I became crippled because of you,” I whispered, voice trembling. “And now you have the guts to bring another woman into this house?”Henry didn’t flinch.He stood by the doorway in his perfectly tailored shirt, tall and broad-shouldered, looking all smug and vile.One hand rested on Monica’s waist like she was some fragile trophy. Monica, with her fake blonde hair and perfectly arched brows, batted her lashes and clung to him like she might disappear if he let go.He smirked. “You think I owe you forever just because you pushed me out of the way three years ago? Get over it, Cindy. That was pity, not love.”My heart thudded like a war drum, so loud I could barely hear anything else.Vivian, his mother, cold and wicked, snorted from behind him.“Honestly, Cindy. You’ve milked that accident long enough. Maybe if you spent less time playing victim and more time acting like a real wife, he wouldn’t need Monica.”“Real wife?” My voice cracked.“I married into this family after

Chapter 2

CINDY’S POV “Sister!” he screamed. “You finally called after all these months,” Alaric’s voice came through the line, breathless with surprise. “The last time I called you, you scolded me. You told me never to call you unless you called first. I’ve been waiting for your call all this while. Have you finally decided to leave that dog?” I swallowed hard, closing my eyes as the sound of his voice pulled something tight in my chest. Dad and Alaric had always warned me about people like the Callahans. And I still chose them. I even went as far as convincing Dad to anonymously invest in their family business. I begged him to help them grow. I thought they were kind people back then. I thought they deserved it. I couldn’t believe I’d been the reason the Callahans climbed their way into the top ten companies in Texas. And they had no idea it was all me. All these years, they thought it was by their own merit, by their so-called business genius. They didn’t know that the day Gregory

Chapter 3

[One Week Later] ~DAMIAN’S POV~ The secretary’s moan vibrated against my lips as I slammed her against the office desk, her skirt already bunched up around her waist like a proper slut. She whimpered, grinding her hips into me, nails clawing down my chest as she fumbled with my belt, desperate for it. Fuck. I smirked against her mouth, biting her lower lip hard before pulling back to drink her in. Blouse half-unbuttoned, tits spilling out of that lacy bra, and nipples poking through like they were screaming for my teeth. My cock throbbed painfully, straining against my slacks, ready to wreck her. “Mr. Thorne,” she gasped, fingers finally popping my button open, voice all breathy and wrecked. “You’re such a fucking tease…” she started, but I cut her off with a bruising kiss, tongue fucking hers as she yanked my zipper down. My hands dug into her ass, squeezing hard, pulling her tighter against my bulge just as my phone started blaring on the desk. “Ignore it,” she panted, div

Chapter 4

CINDY’S POV A week ago, I left Texas in a wheelchair. Today, I walked back in on my own two feet. The surgery wasn’t even the hardest part. That was done in a few hours, under the hands of the best surgeons in the world. The real hell started afterward, learning how to stand again, how to take one step without wobbling or collapsing. There were days I thought I’d never walk again, days I wanted to scream and rip out the IVs, but Ric was there, every single day. He pushed me, held me up, told me to try again, again, again until I could finally stand without help. Until I could take steps across the cold hospital floor, holding my head up, not looking back. And now, I could even walk in heels. When I caught a glimpse of myself in the hotel mirror, it was like looking at someone else entirely. My makeup was flawless, the dark liner making my blue eyes sharper, my lips glossed and shiny. The sleek black dress hugged my waist and hips, the silver necklace at my throat g

Chapter 5

~Cindy's POV~ “What?!” Henry’s voice ripped through the heavy silence that had taken hold of the room, his eyes wide and wild like they might pop right out of their sockets. He wasn’t the only one reeling. Lydia, Vivian and Monica stood frozen, mouths gaping open, faces stiff with disbelief. Their jaws might as well have hit the damn floor. But even they weren’t as stunned as I was. I blinked. This is Damian? I hadn’t seen him since he left D.C. with his family, back when we were kids. I was only seventeen, and he was just a bratty-ass sixteen-year-old. I’d only heard snippets about him from Alaric, and from what I gathered, Damian was never one for the spotlight. No social media trails and no flashy public appearances. Despite running one of the most talked-about companies in the country, few people even knew he was the CEO. He always stayed in the shadows, keeping a very low profile and letting his younger brother Elis handle the cameras and galas. So when did he tur

Chapter 6

~Cindy's POV~ Henry’s voice was so loud and hysterical, I could swear the neighbors down the street felt the tremor rattle their walls. I laughed. Laughed like the devil herself had taken over my soul. “Funny,” I said. “That’s exactly what I was about to ask you.” Henry blinked, stunned for a moment like he hadn’t expected me to throw it back in his face. “I didn’t cheat! Monica and I….” “Monica and you are a joke,” I cut in sharpl. “You brought another woman into our marital home and called her your ‘real love.’ So don’t you dare… preach to me about cheating.” “That’s different! Do you know how hard it is to be married to someone who’s crippled? It’s…” “Oh, so now you’re the victim?” I laughed softly, not missing the way Vivian narrowed her eyes behind him. “Don’t twist this!” Henry barked. He stepped forward, wild-eyed. “You’re doing this because of that clause. Because my father made it so I can’t divorce you. You’re trying to punish me…” “Oh, please.” I scoffed, foldi

Chapter 7

~DAMIAN’S POV~ The door clicked shut behind us as we stepped into a tastefully furnished room. Spacious, stylish, and yeah ….very her. I gave it one lazy sweep, my eyes dragging over the queen-sized bed with its hospital-neat sheets, the nude, minimalist aesthetic — clean lines, soft neutrals, painfully serious. So very Cindy. Probably thought this boring-ass color scheme screamed “class.” To me? It screamed “emotional constipation.” There were two doors at the far end— bathroom, closet, probably. Above the bed hung some abstract frame art that looked like it had been scribbled by a depressed toddler. Nice try, though. Cindy hadn’t said a word since we got in.(She’s probably still dripping wet from that kiss.) I smirked to myself. After all these years, I finally get to see her again, and this time, I’m not the sixteen-year-old she broke. I’ll break her instead. I stalked lazily to the bed and dropped down onto the plush mattress like I’d paid rent on it for mon

Chapter 8

~CINDY’S POV~ I tugged the duvet tighter, trapping what little warmth I could as the freezing sting of the AC crawled over my skin. A low groan escaped me, my senses dragging themselves back from what was possibly the best sleep I’d had in three years. Nothing—and I mean nothing—beats the luxury of stretching out my legs without waking up cramped. My knees still throbbed faintly, which was expected considering I was still recovering… and that I’d been reckless enough to force myself into four-inch heels yesterday just to make the baddest entrance of my life. Worth it. Nailed it. “I rolled over on the couch—thanks to ‘damn him’—and my cheeks heated instantly at the memory of his bratty smirks… and that kiss. Not again, Cindy. I yanked the duvet over my head and kicked my legs out across the cushions. Except… wait. This wasn’t the couch. The surface beneath me was too soft and too wide. I ripped the duvet down and blinked into the bright morning light, only to see him loungi

Chapter 9

~CINDY’S POV~ By the time I made it downstairs, the ache in my knees had dulled, only to be replaced by the burn of walking in on the Callahans enjoying breakfast without me. All spoons halted midair as their sharp eyes pinned me in place, especially Mr. Hen-prick’s. I almost smiled at the Damian-induced nickname, but his expression upstairs kept replaying in my mind, tightening my chest. I shoved it away, squared my shoulders, and lifted my chin under their collective glare. The table was a picture-perfect spread: fluffy scrambled eggs gleaming golden under the light, stacks of pancakes dripping with syrup, sizzling bacon curling at the edges, fresh bread still steaming in a wicker basket. The smell wrapped around me, warm and rich, making my stomach tighten with hunger. Monica’s handiwork, of course. Lydia and Vivian couldn’t cook to save their lives. When I married into this family, I continued to cook for them despite my condition. But ever since Monica arrived, she’d tak

Chapter 10

~Damian’s POV~ I tore through the streets of Texas City, hands clamped around the steering wheel so tight my knuckles ached. My jaw locked. My throat too. Her voice would not stop replaying in my head. You are just a small-minded man with deep mommy issues, hiding your trauma behind a cheap mask of mischief and stupidity. The hit landed every single time. Am I really all that? My throat felt tight, and I gripped the steering wheel tighter. The last woman who made me feel this small was her. It has always been her. Every other woman treats me like royalty, but Cindy? She stomps on my ego, grinds it into the floor, and still somehow makes me crawl back for more. Why am I still this obsessed with her? She has made it crystal clear she does not feel a damn thing for me and probably never will, but here I am, still hoping like the idiot I am that she might be mine someday. One call from Ric and every ounce of my self-respect went out the window. In the blink of a

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