THE BILLIONAIRE'S RELUCTANT BRIDE
[WARNING: MATURE CONTENT]
Being the third party in a relationship cuts deeper than any blade ever could. I watch him glorify her, obsess over her, pour every ounce of his devotion into someone who will never be his wife.
The bitter irony tastes like poison on my tongue. I deserve that consuming passion, that unwavering dedication. After all, I'm the one who wears his ring, bears his name, shares his bed.
Yet when he looks at me, there's nothing. Just cold, empty indifference.
"You are nobody to me." His words echo through my memory like a death knell. "It's impossible for me to care about you. The only person I want isn't here because of you."
The marriage was nothing more than a business transaction. I realized this truth far too late.