Ninety Days To Break Your Heart

Ninety Days To Break Your Heart

Xing Jiayi

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I thought I was living the dream as the wife of a billionaire, until my husband came home at 2 A.M. reeking of expensive Scotch and "Midnight Rose"-the signature perfume of his ex-lover, Lucinda. While I spent my nights alone in the nursery with our sick twins, William was out in the city, making it clear to everyone that our marriage was nothing more than a cold, calculated business merger. When I finally confronted him with the evidence of his infidelity, he didn't offer an apology. He simply looked at me with disgust and told me I was a "liability" who should stay home and play the part of the perfect mother while he lived his real life with someone else. The humiliation reached its peak at the hospital when his grandfather suffered a massive heart attack. William showed up with Lucinda on his arm, comforting her in front of the entire Sterling clan while his mother publicly mocked me for being a useless gold-digger. Even after William tried to force himself on me in a drunken rage the night before, he had the audacity to treat his mistress like the grieving wife while I was pushed into the shadows. I felt something inside me finally snap. The man I loved had turned into a monster who saw me as an acquisition rather than a human being. I was ready to sign the divorce papers and disappear with nothing but my pride, just to escape the suffocating weight of his indifference. But then, the dying patriarch called me to his bedside and handed me a sword: five percent of the company's voting shares and a three-month ultimatum. I'm not running away anymore. I've decided to stay for ninety days, but not to save a dead marriage. I'm staying to become the one thing William Sterling never saw coming-his most dangerous nightmare.

Chapter 1 1

2:15 A.M.

The red digits on the digital clock were the only light in the master bedroom, burning like accusing eyes in the darkness.

The baby monitor crackled. A sharp, rhythmic cry pierced the silence of the penthouse. It was Leo.

Mia Wallace jolted awake. Her heart hammered against her ribs, a violent bird trapped in a cage. Her hand instinctively swept across the expanse of the California King bed beside her.

Silk. Cold, undisturbed silk.

The disappointment was a physical blow, a heavy stone dropping into her stomach. She swallowed the bitter taste of it, pushing back the duvet. Her bare feet sank into the plush carpet as she navigated the shadows toward the nursery.

Inside, the warm yellow glow of the nightlight cast long shadows against the hand-painted mural of a forest. Mia glanced anxiously at the second crib. Thankfully, Maya was still sound asleep, her tiny chest rising and falling in a peaceful rhythm, undisturbed by her brother's distress.

Mia lifted Leo from the crib. He was hot, his face scrunching up in distress. She rocked him, humming a low, shapeless tune until his cries subsided into wet, hiccuping breaths.

Then she heard it.

The ding of the private elevator down the hall.

Mia went rigid. Her arms tightened around the baby, a protective instinct she couldn't control.

Heavy footsteps approached. They were uneven, lacking their usual confident cadence. The master bedroom door creaked open.

Mia stood in the doorway of the nursery, shielded by the semi-darkness, watching.

William Sterling stood silhouetted against the hallway light. He loosened his tie with a jerky, frustrated motion, pulling it free and tossing it onto the armchair. He looked wrecked. His hair was disheveled, his eyes bloodshot.

But it was the smell that hit her first.

It drifted across the room, an invisible, choking fog emanating from his clothes before he had even stepped fully inside. The sharp, peat-smoke scent of expensive Scotch. And beneath it, clinging to his bespoke suit jacket like a second skin, was the cloying, powdery sweetness of Midnight Rose.

Lucinda.

Mia's stomach twisted violently. She felt bile rise in her throat.

William turned, his gaze snagging on her figure in the nursery doorway. There was no warmth in his eyes. No guilt. Only a flicker of annoyance, as if her presence was a smudge on a perfectly polished glass.

"Let the nanny handle it if you're tired," he said. His voice was rough, like gravel grinding together.

"Mrs. Higgins has the flu, and the agency couldn't send a replacement until morning," Mia whispered, though she didn't know why she was whispering. Maybe she didn't want to wake the reality of their marriage. "I didn't want a stranger handling them in the middle of the night anyway."

William let out a short, derisive huff. He turned his back to her, heading for the bathroom.

"The perfect mother performance," he muttered, loud enough for her to hear. "Don't wait up for applause."

The bathroom door clicked shut. The shower started running, a loud hiss of water meant to wash away the night. To wash away her scent.

Mia placed a sleeping Leo back into his crib, tucking the blanket around him with lingering fingers. Her hands were trembling so badly she had to grip the railing to steady herself.

She walked back into the master bedroom. William's phone sat on the nightstand where he'd carelessly discarded it. The screen lit up, illuminating the dark room with a ghostly blue light.

Mia walked over to the nightstand to grab the glass of water she kept there. As she reached for the carafe, her eyes fell on the illuminated screen.

A single notification.

Sender: L

Message: Thank you for tonight, William. I don't know what I would do without you.

Mia stared at the words. She didn't blink. She felt her blood turning to slush, slowing down, freezing in her veins.

The bathroom door opened. Steam billowed out, carrying the scent of cedar soap-his scent. William walked out with a towel wrapped low around his hips. Water droplets clung to his chest hair.

He saw her standing by the bed, staring at the phone. He didn't flinch. He walked over, picked up the device, and flipped it face down.

"Don't look at me like a martyr, Mia," he said, climbing into the empty side of the bed.

"Your jacket... it smells like her," she said, gesturing to the pile of clothes on the armchair. Her voice was flat. Dead.

William paused, his hand on the lamp switch. "I was comforting a friend who was having a breakdown. Not that your transactional little mind would understand compassion."

"Compassion," Mia repeated. The word tasted like ash.

"Go to sleep."

He clicked off the light. The room plunged into darkness. He rolled onto his side, putting his back to her. A wall of muscle and indifference.

Mia lay down on her edge of the mattress. The distance between them was only a few inches, but it felt like an ocean. She stared at the ceiling, her fingernails digging into her palms until she felt the sharp sting of skin breaking.

She didn't cry. She was done crying. In the suffocating silence of the room, listening to her husband's breathing even out, something inside her finally snapped. It wasn't a loud break. It was quiet, like a thread finally giving way under too much weight.

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