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"You seemed happy with George." "Because I thought he loved me. I thought I chose him." "Sweetie, most marriages start as business arrangements. Love grows over time." "Not this one." Monica hung up and threw the phone across the room. The phone skittered across the hardwood floor, its battery cover popping off. She stared at it, her chest heaving with anger and betrayal. Twenty-eight years old, and she was just now learning that her entire adult life had been orchestrated by men who saw her as a commodity.

The judge had announced in court. Since the defendant, Jean, during the marriage, had committed multiple serious faults—including adultery, malicious fabrication and defamation of her spouse, filing false reports to his workplace, colluding with others to give perjured testimony in court, and later attempting to extort the plaintiff—the vast majority of the couple's joint property including real estate, vehicles, savings, and equity, was awarded entirely to the plaintiff, Felix Lawson. Jean had only been entitled to a small portion of personal property that had belonged to her before the marriage.

Slowly, I peeled myself out of the comfort of my bed and made my way towards the bathroom, desperate to freshen up and regain some semblance of composure. Stepping out of the bathroom, my eyes fell on my phone resting on the bedside table. A hint of curiosity tugged at my thoughts, prompting me to check if the tabloids had seized on the events of last night. With a mix of curiosity and amusement, I clicked on a few news headlines, bracing myself for the inevitable. “Scarlet Jones, now Scarlet Marchetti, cheated on her ex-husband with his rival; she married his rival after divorce.” “Ryan Marchetti has an affair with rival’s wife; he marries her after they’re caught.”

I didn't realise when he carried me in his arms and walked towards the living room until my body pressed against the cushion of the couch. My eyes went wide and a moment of clarity flickered in my mind. We were in the main living room, and his body was hovering over me. His gaze was filled with nothing but unrestrained desire.. It was twisted. I felt the same desire knowing fully he wasn't seeing me at the moment. He captured my lips again, more passionately this time. My body trembled moaning into his mouth My heart squeezed uncomfortably, knowing he was kissing the phantom of her, the woman he couldn’t let go of. And my chest twisted at the cruel sense of betrayal that should not exist the

I had to survive; I had no other choice. But the world has a way of laughing at the best-laid plans. As I walked into the office on the twentieth floor, surrounded by glass walls, he was there. Ethan Blackwood. The man I had loved so much with my heart. The man I had walked away from. The man I had betrayed… or at least, he thought so. And the man I was now working for.

If marrying a ruthless man meant keeping her alive… Then I would do it. I would endure the cold, the distance, and the loveless contract. I set the phone down and exhaled slowly. Then, against my will, Ethan's face surfaced in my mind, his steady gaze, his controlled presence, the sharp edge of confidence he wore like armor. I clenched my fists. I hated that I had noticed. Hated even more that I found him… a little attractive. That was dangerous. And I had a feeling this marriage was going to cost me far more than I was prepared to lose.

My fingers tighten around the pages, as if by sheer force I can crush the reality staring me in the face. This is really happening. He thinks he can throw me away just like that? Like I am some business contract he's discarding the second I am no longer convenient? The weight of betrayal slams into me with full force. A slow burning rage ignites in my gut, curling like smoke through my veins with a suffocating effect. I lift my gaze to Damian. The man I married. The man I loved. And yet, the man sitting across from me is a total stranger. His jaw is set, and his dark eyes are so cold and heartless.

Now that she knew the marriage was fake, she saw no need to mention it. “You knew about it?” she asked in shock. Dravyn nodded, his eyes lowering to the floor. Jane exhaled slowly, it felt strange. How did he know about her marriage? Still, she answered. “He was part of the betrayal,” she said bitterly. “The major person who forged my signature.” Her lips trembled. “And worse, our marriage was fake. He was actually married to my sister, Lila. She is pregnant with his child.” Jane broke down again, harder than before.