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chapter 1

Three Years of NothingDon’t push your luck, Sandra. I only married you as repayment for saving my life. Not because I love you. I only love Jasmine.Ryan’s voice was flat, bored, like he was reading a grocery list. If you’re not comfortable with that, I can have the divorce papers prepared immediately.He didn’t wait for an answer. He shoved her aside with his shoulder and headed for the door.The words hit her ribs like a physical blow. Sandra dropped to her knees, hand clutching her chest as if she could keep her heart from splitting open. The tears came hot, instant, shameful. She didn’t even hear Mrs. Clara come in.Hey, bitch. Why are you disturbing the household,Clara’s heels clicked against the marble, each step a judgment. She stared down at Sandra like she was roadkill. Look at how miserable you are. What makes you think you’re good enough for my son You think looking pitiful will make him glance at you? Impossible. She laughed, short and dry.Then came the splash. Cold wate

chapter 2

Chapter 2 The Birthday GiftIt was the nineteenth of the month.Sandra woke before the sun, the quiet of dawn pressing against her chest like a hand she couldn’t shake off. For a moment, she almost believed it was a normal day. Almost believed the ache in her ribs had finally dulled. Almost believed she wasn’t the woman who had signed away her marriage with trembling hands just days ago.She slipped out of bed, her bare feet touching the cold marble floor as she made her way downstairs. The house was silent, unnaturally so. The kind of silence that feels deliberate, like it’s holding its breath.Then the sight in the sitting room stopped her on the staircase.Balloons in soft white and gold floated against the ceiling. A crystal cake stand gleamed under the warm glow of recessed lights. The long dining table was dressed in ivory silk, scattered with rose petals that looked like scattered snowfall. A faint scent of vanilla and candle wax hung in the air, sweet and careful, like someone

chapter 3

Paper Cuts for a Birthday*Sandra wiped her tears with the back of her hand, smearing salt and mascara across her skin, before her fingers found her phone. The screen lit up her face in the dark. Happy birthday to you, young miss. We all miss you.A small, broken sound escaped her. Her lips curved, but it wasn’t quite a smile. More like her mouth remembering how. Thank you. I miss you too, she typed back, each letter heavier than the last. She was still on the floor. The marble was cold enough to bruise. It felt right. If she stood up, she’d have to admit this was her life: twenty six years old, curled on expensive tile, bargaining with God about why loving someone felt like a crime. Why is Ryan so cruel to me? Is it a crime to want him to look at me like I’m human?Her fist came down once, then again, dull thuds against the floor. The sobs she’d caged for three years broke loose, ugly and loud. This is the worst birthday gift I’ve ever received.Then she saw it. Tucked half un

chapter 4

The signatureSilence swallowed the sitting room the moment Ryan spoke. It wasn’t a loud silence. It was the kind that settles into your chest and makes it hard to breathe, the kind that makes you feel like the air itself had turned to glass and you were one word away from shattering.To Mrs. Clara and Jasmine, what he said was almost taboo. His legally married wife. The phrase hung in the air like smoke from a fire no one was allowed to acknowledge.Sandra didn’t move. She couldn’t. Her eyes were locked on Ryan’s face, searching for something she knew wasn’t there. Hope? Protection? A flicker of the man she’d once believed he might become? All she found was distance. Cold, measured distance.Ryan’s voice was calm. Too calm. Like he was discussing a business contract, not the woman standing three feet from him.She’s just a nobody, he said, and each word landed like a slap. But she still carries the Smith family surname. My name. And slandering her will reflect badly on our family.

chapter 5

*Chapter 5: The PartyTomorrow had arrived, and with it, a quiet fear that settled into Sandra’s chest like a stone.She lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, her thoughts tangled and restless. Ryan’s words from yesterday echoed in her mind, sharp and cold.We’re ending this in three months. My debt has been paid off.But then there was the other part. Get ready tomorrow. We’re going out.What if it was another trap? What if this outing” was just another carefully staged way to humiliate her in front of people who mattered to him? What if he only wanted to remind her once more that she would never be the woman he loved?The clock on the wall ticked loudly, each second a reminder that time was slipping away. When it struck 4:00 PM sharp, the silence in the house shattered.The bedroom door flew open.Ryan stood in the doorway, his posture rigid, his expression unreadable. He didn’t even glance at her as he spoke.Get yourself dressed. We’re leaving in thirty minutes.Then the door clicked

chapter 6

The Morning After the LieThe sunlight bled through the thin white curtains in long golden streaks, painting the floorboards with a warmth that felt cruelly out of place. Ryan stirred first. He shifted on the king-sized bed, the crisp linen rustling beneath him. His eyelids fluttered open, heavy with sleep and something else he couldn’t name yet. For a moment, the world was hazy, silent, soft.Then his gaze fell to the figure beside him.Sandra lay curled on her side, her dark hair fanned across the pillow like a shadow against snow. Her breathing was slow, steady, peaceful. The red mark on her neck from his kiss the night before was still faintly visible. The blanket had slipped down, revealing the bare curve of her shoulder.Ryan blinked twice. Something dark had stained the white sheet beneath her.His breath caught in his throat. Blood A single, small drop. Deep crimson against the pristine white.Confusion slammed into him first, sharp and cold. Then shock, thick and suff

chapter 7

The Secret She’ll Carry AloneThe hospital smelled like antiseptic and cheap plastic, a sterile scent that clung to the back of Sandra’s throat and made her stomach churn. She walked down the cold marble stairs slowly, In her trembling hands was a single folded paper. It felt heavier than stone.Pregnancy Positive.She had read it three times already in the small, brightly lit lab. Three times, and the words hadn’t changed. The ink wasn’t smudged. The result wasn’t a mistake.Her heart was pounding so loudly she was sure the nurse behind the reception desk could hear it. Happy Sad Terrified, She didn’t know which emotion to hold onto first. How could she feel joy for a child conceived with a man who looked at her like she was a ghost in her own home?Pregnant for a man who doesn’t have an atom of love for me.The memory of that night slammed into her without warning cold sheets, the weight of his body, his silence the next morning, She had blamed herself for weeks. For being too tru

chapter 8

. NeverSandra’s heart was hammering against her ribs like it wanted to escape her chest. Please don’t open it. Please don’t open it.That was the only prayer she could form, a silent mantra repeating over and over as Ryan bent down slowly, fingers brushing against the white paper on the polished floor.From where she stood, the paper looked like a loaded gun. One wrong move, and everything would blow up.She wanted to blink and make it disappear. She wanted to run, snatch it from his hands, burn it before his eyes could read the two words that would shatter her carefully built wall of secrets.She closed her eyes tightly, her nails digging crescents into her palms. It’s over. He’s going to know. Everyone’s going to know.Ryan unfolded the paper with maddening slowness, one crease at a time.Sandra’s breath caught. The room had gone deathly quiet. Even the music from the party seemed muffled, distant, like she was underwater.Then Tune. Tune.Ryan’s phone rang, sharp and sudden,

chapter 9

The Rope and The TruthSilence swallowed the room whole the moment Sandra’s voice cut through it with a single word NEVER.The wine glass shattered at her feet, crimson liquid spilling across the marble floor like a wound that had finally burst open. Shards scattered, glittering under the chandelier light, but no one moved to clean them up. No one dared.Ryan stood stiff, his body frozen as if his muscles had forgotten how to obey him. His eyes were wide, fixed on Sandra with a look he couldn’t name. Shock? Fear? Something heavier.What happened to the crying, emotional Sandra I once knew? The thought slammed into him, unbidden. This… this isn’t her. This is the first time I’m seeing the other side of her. He whispered it under his breath, but the room was so quiet that Sandra heard every word. Three years of being ignored had made her senses sharp. She could hear the thoughts he tried to hide behind his cold stare.Their gazes locked. For the first time in three years, they weren’t

vomit

Chapter 10All eyes snapped toward the voice. The room, thick with cigar smoke and judgment, fell silent in a way that felt unnatural, like the moment before a storm breaks.A tall young man in a black suit stood just inside the threshold, posture straight, hands resting at his sides. His hair was neatly trimmed, his expression unreadable, but there was urgency in the way his shoulders tensed. Greetings, young mistress, he said, his voice low and respectful. He bowed deeply, then moved forward in long strides, dropping to his knees beside Sandra.Ryan stepped in front of him before he could touch the ropes. And who the hell are you to interfere in my matter? Ryan’s voice was ice over steel. His eyes narrowed, calculating. Every muscle in his body coiled, ready.The young man didn’t flinch. He looked up, meeting Ryan’s glare without fear, only purpose. With all due respect, young man, can you move out of the way?Stop it, Charles, Sandra’s voice cut through the tension, hoarse

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