All Chapters of Biliionaire Husband Wants Us Back.: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

Seven years.Two thousand five hundred and fifty-five days of pretending to be invisible inside a marriage that was never supposed to mean anything. And here I was, about to hand over the one thing I built with my own two hands just to give my daughter a father who never wanted her in the first place.The equity transfer documents sat on my desk like a death sentence. Forty two percent of MedAI Technologies. My blood. My sleepless nights. My entire identity outside of being Mateo Castillo's contract wife.My laptop screen glowed with Luciana's face. Five years old. Big brown eyes full of trust. She was sitting on Santiago's lap back in New York, wearing her favorite yellow dress, waving at me like I was the whole world."Mami, when are you coming home? Santiago burned the pancakes again.""I did not burn them." Santiago's voice came through flat, but I could see the corner of his mouth twitching. "I caramelized them.""They were black, Santiago.""That's what caramelized means, little

Three days.Three days of no sleep, no appetite, nothing but cold clarity and the systematic dismantling of a life I never should have built around a man who treated me like furniture.I spent the first night rereading our marriage contract. Section fourteen, subsection B. Dissolution terms. Funny how a lawyer could make the death of a marriage sound so clean. Mutual agreement or expiration of term. Division of independently held assets. No spousal support. No claims on pre-existing property. It read like a lease termination for an apartment neither party liked.The second day, I quit my job at St. Raphael's Hospital. Dr. Fuentes tried to talk me out of it. He said I was the best surgeon they had. I thanked him and handed in my badge. That hospital was the last thread connecting me to the Castillo orbit, and I needed to cut it clean.The third day, I went back to the house.Our house. Except it was never really ours. It was Mateo's house that I happened to live in, the way a potted pl

Day three of the countdown. Twenty seven days left.I drew another line on the calendar taped to my bathroom mirror. A neat, black slash through the number. Twenty seven more of these, and I would be free.I stared at myself in the mirror. Black fitted dress. Hair pulled back. Light makeup. Professional, polished, and not at all like a woman whose life had imploded seventy two hours ago.The healthcare symposium was being held at the Meridian Convention Center downtown. Three thousand attendees. Press. Industry leaders. The kind of event that used to be my world before I traded it all for a marriage license and a man who never once asked how my day went.I parked two blocks away and walked the rest of the distance. The morning air smelled like coffee and exhaust and something floral from the park nearby. Normal. Ordinary. The kind of morning that doesn't know it's about to become a memory you carry forever.I saw the crowd before I saw her.Camila made her entrance like she was walkin