All Chapters of Sixty Days Until The DoorMat Wife Becomes His Obsession: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

CHAPTER ONE ..!!"I need you to sign these."He threw a stack of papers onto the table.They slid across the polished surface, past the croissants, past the flowers, and stopped right in front of her. The words "DIVORCE AGREEMENT" stared up at her in bold black letters.Vivienne froze. Her hands, still reaching for the butter knife, stopped mid-air. The world tilted. The room spun."Dante?" Her voice came out as a whisper. "What... what is this?"He didn't answer. He just stood there, arms crossed, jaw tight. Looking at her like she was a problem he'd finally decided to solve.She grabbed the papers with trembling hands. Pages and pages of legal terms. Settlement offers. Custody of nothing—they had no children. Property division. She couldn't breathe. Couldn't think. Couldn't process the words swimming before her eyes.“Tell me this isn’t real.” She looked up at him, tears filling her eyes. “Please… tell me you’re joking.”“Dante…” Her voice shook. “Please.”He looked at her without

Chapter Three..!!The penthouse door swung open without warning.Vivienne didn't need to look up. She already knew. Only one person entered her home without knocking.Diana Ashworth. Dante's mother. The woman who had disliked Vivienne from the very first day they met.Diana stepped inside, elegant as always in a cream designer suit. Her sharp eyes swept across the room like she was inspecting a crime scene.Nessa stood first, forcing a polite smile. "Good morning, Mrs. Ashworth."Diana barely glanced at her. "Keep your greeting to yourself. That's not why I'm here."Nessa's jaw tightened, but she said nothing.Vivienne set down her coffee slowly. "Mrs. Ashworth."Diana's lips pressed together. "Vivienne." She said the name like it left a bad taste in her mouth.The room instantly grew colder.Diana stepped further inside, her heels clicking against the marble floor. "I heard about your little arrangement.”She let the words hang in the air like a threat.Nessa folded her arms tightly

Chapter Five.!!!Esmeralda Cafe ~ Manhattan, New York CityVivienne found her usual corner table at Esmeralda Cafe. She ordered breakfast and pulled out her phone, waiting for Nessa.Her phone buzzed. A text from Nessa.Running ten minutes late. Order without me!Vivienne smiled and typed back: Hurry up. Your latte's getting cold.She set down her phone and took a bite of her tortilla.That's when a shadow fell over her table.Sienna Cross stood there in a cream-colored coat. Perfect hair. Perfect makeup. Everything about her was calculated—every detail screamed money and power.Without waiting for permission, Sienna pulled out a chair and sat down.Vivienne lowered her fork slowly. "I don't remember inviting you."Sienna smiled—warm, practiced, charming. "I know. I hope you don't mind. I've been wanting to meet you properly. Woman to woman."Vivienne blinked, caught off guard by the sudden kindness.Sienna leaned forward, folding her hands on the table. "I went to the penthouse earli

Dante held her tightly, his anger returning as he looked past her toward Vivienne. "What happened?" he asked softly.Sienna pulled back slightly, revealing fresh cuts on her arm and a dark bruise forming on her cheek. "She followed me after I left the café. She said I was nothing. That I stole her husband. Then she... she attacked me."Dante's jaw tightened. He turned to face Vivienne fully, his eyes cold. "Is this true?"Vivienne stood perfectly still, her hands clasped in front of her. "No. It's not.""Liar!" Sienna sobbed, clinging to Dante's arm. "She came at me with her keys. I barely got away. A passerby helped me escape or she would have—" She broke down again, unable to finish.Dante looked at the cuts on Sienna's arm. The bruise on her face. The tears streaming down her cheeks. His heart twisted with guilt. He had been so blind about Vivienne. So trusting."There are cameras," Vivienne said calmly. "The café has security. Check them."Dante hesitated. That was a good point.

Dante stormed toward Adrian, his face burning with anger.“Who the hell do you think you are?” he shouted. “Trying to flirt with my wife?”Adrian slowly turned to face him. He stayed calm, not the least bit intimidated.“My name is Adrian,” he said. “And I wasn’t flirting with her. She almost fainted and could have hit her head on the concrete. I was only helping.”“Stop lying!” Dante snapped. “I saw you touching her!”Adrian sighed. “No. You saw me catching her before she fell. That’s all.”“You think I’m an idiot?” Dante barked. “You were standing so close to her! You even touched her face!”Adrian shrugged. “She had a strand of hair covering her eyes. I moved it so I could see if she was okay. That’s it.”Dante let out a cold, angry laugh. “And now you’re telling me to calm down?”“Yes,” Adrian replied. “Because you’re making a scene for no reason.”Dante pointed a finger at him. “You’re hitting on my wife!”Adrian looked at him for a long moment before speaking. “Your wife?”A sma