Walking Away from the Wrong Love
Ellie Winbury almost died on the operating table, bleeding out from a ruptured ectopic pregnancy.
Her husband wasn't there. He was across town, dropping millions of dollars on an auction jewelry piece for his mistress as her birthday gift.
Four years of marriage had sanded Ellie down, whittling away her pride until only a hollow shell remained. She had contorted herself, bending over backward to please him, but her warmth could never melt the permafrost in his heart.
The final break came when she saw him cradle her enemy's daughter with a tenderness he had never, not once, shown her. Something fragile inside her finally snapped.
She signed the divorce papers, left them on the table, and walked out without a single look back.
She re-entered the workforce, forging her heartbreak into ruthless ambition. Soon, "Ellie Winbury" was the name on everyone's lips—a phoenix risen from the ashes. In the city's elite circles, her favor was the ultimate prize.
Watching one suitor after another circle around her, the stoic CEO finally lost his composure. He cut off every man who dared approach her.
He cornered her against the wall, his voice a low, dangerous growl in her ear.
"Ellie, this divorce... I never agreed to it."