The 100-DAY ECHO
"Sign the divorce papers, Nora."
I didn't cry. I simply looked at the billionaire husband who had ignored me for three years and made one final demand.
"One hundred days, Silas. Move back into my bedroom. Touch me like a man obsessed with his wife. On Day 101, I will sign the papers and walk away."
Arrogant and certain, he agreed, assuming it was a desperate plea to use my body to win his heart back.
He had no idea what he was walking into.
By Day 20, the cold, untouchable CEO is rushing home just to pin me against our bedroom door. By Day 50, he’s pulling me into his lap, whispering breathless, desperate promises in the dark. He is addicted to the friction, using every searing kiss and heavy touch to forcefully brand me as his.
He thinks the heated nights we share mean I am finally surrendering.
He doesn't know the truth.
I’m not using these 100 nights to fall back in love with him. I’m using his counterfeit passion to completely numb my heart. While my body responds to his fire, my soul is freezing over.
On Day 100, Silas pours his soul into the most emotionally raw night of my life. He falls asleep holding me tight, entirely convinced his absolute worship has won me back forever.
But on Day 101, he wakes up to cold sheets, an empty closet, and a signed contract.
His money couldn't buy me. His touch couldn't keep me. Now, the billionaire who thought he was playing a game will burn his empire to the ground to find the wife who gave him her body, but vanished with her soul.