CHAPTER 1

LILLIAN CALLOWAY “I want a divorce.” The words left my mouth before I had the chance to rehearse them. Before I had the chance to think about how it would change everything for me once he agreed. Joe didn’t even look up. Typical. I could be screaming or drowning, and he’d still be looking at that dem laptop. “I want a divorce,” I said again, louder this time. He doesn’t blink. Doesn’t move a muscle. Five years together. Two forgotten birthdays. Two missed anniversaries. A marriage dying in silence. It hurts that he won’t look me in the eyes, but Ive gotten used to that. The only thing moving between us was the ticking clock above our bed as I stood there like a statue, impatiently waiting for a response while the clock kept ticking. Tick. Tock. Tick. Finally, “Now’s not a good time, Lillian. I have an important meeting I need to prepare for in the next fifteen minutes.” I blinked. “Did you hear what I just said?” He sighed, still scrolling. “We can talk

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CHAPTER 2

LILLIAN The cameras pop like gunfire. I straightened my spine, rolled my shoulders back, chin up high. Flash. My fingers curled into the silk of my dress as Joe and I stepped forward, holding still as the lights popped again. I pressed my freshly manicured nails into Joe’s arm and arched my lips into a perfect, luscious smile. He does the same, his hand resting casually at the small of my back as a way to send a message to the world and, most especially,. “Over here! Mrs. Blackwell! Look this way! Give us a kiss!” I immediately snapped my gaze toward the voice behind the camera, jaw tightening. My smile faltered for half a second—just enough to betray the flicker of rage behind my eyes. I hate when they call me by that name. It always curled around my ribs like barbed wire. But I recover fast, plastering the grin back like it’s been stitched to my face. I lean in. His lips brushed mine, staged and cold. We held it for the click and pulled away. My father’s estate

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CHAPTER 3

LILLIAN He hasn’t said a word since he sat down—Just passing out the kind of glance that said too much without making a sound. My hands rest on the white linen napkin, fingers twitching against the stem of my wine glass. Keeping a tight smile plastered on my face like I just won an Oscar award. Fake, but enough to convince everyone. Nothing about this table seems lovely or United. Especially not the man who just walked in and is now sitting across from me, eyes drifting from the glass wrapped around my fingers to my face. I want to try to ignore it. His gaze—but I can’t. He hasn’t said a word, but I can feel his gaze burning harder and harder—steady and pressing. Like a burn on my skin, only I can feel. His fingers drum lightly against his wristwatch, calm as ever, leaving my father to do all the talking. Joe leans in, his breath hot against my skin.“You either eat or stop playing with your food?” I can’t take it. I excused myself with a soft smile and a murmured li

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CHAPTER 4

RONAN CARTER Lillian Calloway. She was everywhere. Billboards. Magazines spread. Five years. Five goddamn years. And still, there she was. Wearing a name that wasn’t mine. Smiling like she hadn’t once ripped me open and left me bleeding. Broken. She looked me in the eyes with nothing but pure hatred after all the promises we made together. My family thought I left because I didn’t want to have anything to do with them. But the truth is that I left because of her. Because I had no choice or reason to stay. Staying would have killed me. Watching her slip that ring on? That would’ve been the final blow. So I disappeared. Swore never to come back home. I spent most of my time burning my past through a lot of work. I convinced myself that the fire in my lungs was freedom—it wasn’t. It was her. Still stuck at the back of my mind like a sinful prayer that would ruin me. Disappearing gave me space. Space to breathe, to think, to figure out who I was when I wasn’t attached

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CHAPTER 5

LILLIAN TWO WEEKS LATER “You and Mr Blackwell looked good at your parents estate on Saturday,” the interviewer said with a bright, cheerful voice. “Can you tell us what always keeps you smiling?” I smiled. Or at least I tried to. “Absolutely,” I said, folding my hands in my lap, like the proper, composed woman I was always taught to be. “Joe is my best friend. We support each other in everything we do and that alone strengthens our relationship.” The interviewer hummed, pleased as she scribbled what I had just said, like she knew she was about to make a great deal out of this interview. My publicist exhaled behind her, relieved. Everyone always wanted the fairytale. They just never bother to know if the princess ever forgot who the hell she was. I was just about to head into my office when the interviewer’s voice stopped me. “You don’t mind us uploading the photos with your article, right?” I turned to look at her with a tight smile. “Yeah, no problem. Go ahead.”

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All Chapters of BROKEN VOWS:- FALLING FOR MY MARRIAGE COUNSELOR: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 2

CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER 4

CHAPTER 5