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Chapter 1

Maeve’s POVMy Don husband had neglected me for ten years. Before I even noticed, I’d become the invisible wife who stayed home, did the chores, while my husband took his secretary to every event—introducing her like she was his equal.This year, on our tenth anniversary night, a stunning dress and necklace were delivered to the house. I thought, maybe Adrian finally remembered. Maybe this year, he’d take me to the annual mafia ball and introduce me as his Donna.I tried on the dress. It was a little tight, but I didn’t care. I was happy.Then Adrian came home. His voice cracked like a whip through the room. “The dress is not for you!”The smile froze on my lips. “Then… whose is it?”Adrian let out a breath—exasperated, annoyed. “It’s for Viola. Jesus, can you not start drama in the house for once?”My throat went dry. I hadn’t started anything. I just—“I had that tailor work on this for weeks. Now look at it—your bloated body stretched the seams. I can’t even gift it to her anymore.

Chapter 2

Maeve’s POV“Yes, I told you to put your career on hold—to take care of the house, the family. But I didn’t mean this. Can you imagine what my Don friends would say if I brought you to a party now? ‘Where did you find her, Adrian? In the homeless shelter?’ That’s what they’d whisper.”But Adrian didn’t stop there.“For years, I gave you everything,” Adrian said, his voice sharp. “The house. The money. Stability. All I ever wanted in return was a wife who could stand beside me. Be useful. Presentable.”He shook his head. “I told you I’d make you my Donna. That one day, I’d bring you into my world. But look at you now. Do you really think I can?”His eyes swept over me. “Greasy hair, blank-faced and your plus-size. You dressed like you’ve given up. Is that how you think you honor the promise we made to each other? Or are you just trying to humiliate me?”“I didn’t have time for polishing myself. I was already too busy…”Adrian didn’t even let me finish. With a bitter laugh, he added, “If

Chapter 3

Maeve’s POV“Maeve! Where’s breakfast?” Adrian’s voice shot through the air like a whip.I blinked awake, still groggy, and found him standing in the doorway, irritation already pulling at his features.“So this is your idea of working hard around the house? You can’t even manage breakfast now?”I’d been up all night, filling out the paperwork for the Doctors Without Borders mission to Africa.“Chop-chop,” he muttered, already turning away.I exhaled, pushed the covers off, and rose.I thought about telling Adrian about the program. But then I thought that he’d never let me go quietly—not without a fight. So, I have decided that it was better to play the part until the moment I slipped those signed divorce papers onto his desk and walked out the door.Until then, I’d be the wife he wanted. The mother Cam tolerated.I washed my face, tied my hair back, and headed to the kitchen.I brought the breakfast to the table like always—except today, Viola was there too. The secretary. Sitting a

Chapter 4

Maeve’s POVI started packing the clothes I planned to take with me to Africa.It wasn’t much—just enough to fill a single small suitcase. And even with it zipped shut by the door, the wardrobe looked untouched. The dresses Adrian had once bought me still hung where they always had. The jewelry sat in its velvet case, undisturbed.I wouldn’t be needing any of it.Ten years in this house, and all I had the right to take with me… was one suitcase.My phone buzzed. “I left an important envelope in my study. Get dressed and bring it to the Grand Hotel.”Another message came right after. “Make sure you dress appropriately. I don’t want anyone thinking my wife is some poorly dressed housewife who doesn’t know how to present herself.”I sighed.Ignoring Adrian’s texts would only invite another round of condescension when he got home. And the envelope—whatever it was—must’ve mattered. Adrian never asked for help. But tonight, he did.To avoid more trouble, I chose to go.I slipped into the dr

Chapter 5

Maeve’s POVI got home and stepped straight into the shower, hoping the water could wash away everything I didn’t want to feel.I’d just stepped out when I heard footsteps in the hallway.“What the hell were you thinking?” Adrian’s voice slammed into the room before I even had a chance to breathe. “Were you deliberately trying to sabotage my image tonight? My reputation?”“I got a text,” I said calmly. “You said you left something important.”“Well, I didn’t!” His face was flushed, his hands gesturing wildly. “And even if I had—why would you enter the party like that? Didn’t you think to use the service entrance?”I stared at him. “So after more than a decade of marriage, I’m not even allowed to walk through the front door of your party? I have to sneak in like the help? That’s what you’re saying?”Adrian faltered. “It’s not what I meant…” he said, softer now. “I just wish you hadn’t done it. You put me in an impossible position. I’ve got two major deals in negotiation. Everyone was as

Chapter 6

Maeve’s POVI hadn’t even opened the door when I heard laughter spilling through it.“Is Miss Viola going to be my new mother?” Cam’s voice, bright and eager.My hand stilled on the handle.“You can call me ‘Mom’ if you want,” Viola laughed. “Though I doubt your friends will believe it. I look far too young.”“I don’t care. I want you to be my mom. Mom, mom, mom!”Cam had never called me like that, and now he was calling someone else that way.I took a slow breath and pushed the door open.All three of them were sitting on the sofa. Viola looked up with a smile—polished, polite, but it never reached her eyes. Adrian barely glanced my way, like I’d interrupted something more important. Cam looked disappointed, like I’d ruined his moment.“I came straight back, like you asked,” I said, walking in. I sat down across from them.Adrian held out the paperwork. “Sign the last page. You don’t need to read it—my lawyer handled everything.”Still, I flipped through the pages.Adrian sighed, i

Chapter 7

Maeve’s POVWhen I landed in Scevut, it was just past nine in the morning.Leah, one of the local coordinators, met me at the airport. Her English was fluent, her smile effortless.“You must be Maeve,” she said, offering her hand. “You’re early.”I shook it. “Had a bit of a head start.”She was full of energy, chatting easily as we walked toward the parking lot. She talked about the program, the nearby compound, the doctors, even the occasional wildlife sightings. Her excitement made everything here seemed so much easier than I imagined.“I really enjoy working with the team,” she said. “Everyone’s kind. Don’t be nervous.”But I was, in fact, a little nervous.“I haven’t worked in an official setting in a long time,” I admitted. “I just hope I don’t slow anyone down.”Leah gave me a quick, reassuring hug. “Don’t worry. You’re going to do something incredible here. I can already tell.”The drive wasn’t long—maybe thirty minutes. We arrived at a modest compound tucked behind a wall of br

Chapter 8

Maeve’s POVA few days later, just as I was looking at a patient report, Leah leaned in close, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “Have you heard? That man you saved? He’s the son of Hardem Wils.”I blinked. “Hardem Wils?” The name didn’t ring a bell.Leah gasped, “The Hardem Wils. Head of the mercenary faction stationed out here.”Still, I gave her a blank look.She rolled her eyes, eyes glinting with gossip. “He funded the hospital we work at and built half the roads and schools in the region. You knew how the locals hated the mercenaries, right? But they didn’t hate the Wils. The locals adore him. He’s basically royalty in Scevut. I can’t believe you’ve never heard of him!”I repeated the name under my breath, then shook my head. “No, I really haven’t.”Leah bumped my shoulder, teasing. “I knew why. You’d been working nonstop since you got here. You understood, Maeve—life isn’t just about stitching wounds and reading charts. There’s supposed to be joy, too. Laughter. Pa

Chapter 9

Maeve’s POVJackson glanced back at me once. I didn’t speak.He turned forward again, unmoved. “I don’t repeat myself,” he said. “Leave now—or I’ll have my men escort you out personally.”“But…”Jackson pressed further. “I don’t think you want my father to know what kind of behavior you’re showing tonight. Especially when you still have a deal to negotiate with him.”After a beat of thick silence, Adrian tugged Viola by the wrist and disappeared into the crowd. They left the party without another glance back.The music resumed as if nothing had happened.Leah leaned in and whispered, “I’ll wait for you over there,” before slipping away.And then it was just me—and Jackson.I hated bringing up pieces of my old life. Especially not here, in front of someone I barely knew.“Sorry about that,” I said quietly. “My ex-husband is a bit of a…”I faltered, unsure how to describe the years of manipulation, betrayal, and regret in one word.“An asshole?” Jackson offered, deadpan.I couldn’t help

Chapter 10

Maeve’s POVI straightened, my voice firm. “This is my workplace. I expect both of you to respect me enough to leave.”“Dad!” Cam whined.Adrian waved him off impatiently. “Go play outside for a bit. I’ll talk to Mommy, alright? I’ll convince her to come home with us.”He said it like a certainty, like my life was still his to negotiate.Cam hummed in response and ran outside.Adrian turned back to me, hesitation flickering across his face. “Maeve, I—”“Adrian,” I said calmly, cutting him off, “I was very clear the other day. I live here now. I don’t want you just showing up and disrupting my life.”He scoffed, frustration flashing through his eyes. “You can’t seriously call this living. Look at this place—it’s practically a dump. I gave you two houses after the divorce. You could live comfortably in either of them. Isn’t that enough for you? And you could help me take care of Cam, too.”I turned fully to face him, “So even after we’re divorced, you expect me to keep working for the Ka

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