My CEO, My Prison

My CEO, My Prison

A Miao

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My 30th birthday, and my wife, the brilliant tech CEO Izzy Hayes, was late-again. Living in her opulent New York apartment, I, Ethan Cole, a once-promising surgeon, felt like a ghost, a consequence of a transactional marriage that saved my mother' s life five years ago and simultaneously crushed my own dreams. Fed up with her absolute indifference, I finally decided to break free. I accepted a prestigious surgical fellowship in Germany and served her divorce papers. She signed them on the spot, without a second glance, mistaking them for adoption forms-a brutal testament to how little I meant to her. But escaping Izzy' s orbit proved impossible. Her manipulative ex, Marcus Vance, resurfaced, systematically sabotaging my reputation and career. He staged a fake "assault" at the hospital that got me suspended, and Izzy, completely blind in her work-obsessed world, effortlessly believed his lies, her family joining the cruel chorus, painting me as a jealous villain. Just as my visa was finally approved, offering me a clear path to reclaim my life, I found her waiting at the airport. Tears of frustration blurred my vision as she snatched my passport. "Going somewhere, Ethan Cole?" she smirked, then, with chilling nonchalance, she ripped it in half. "Oops. Clumsy me." She still believed we were married, choosing to live in that delusion even as her own company began to tank due to Marcus' s cunning schemes. "You are my husband," she declared, grabbing my arm, dragging me back into her chaotic, high-stakes world. She forced me to play the role of the devoted spouse, a public facade to salvage her company' s image. Trapped, bewildered, and furious, I knew this wasn't just a crisis for her, but a crucible for me. Can I survive this charade? And what will it take to truly escape?

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My 30th birthday, and my wife, the brilliant tech CEO Izzy Hayes, was late-again.

Living in her opulent New York apartment, I, Ethan Cole, a once-promising surgeon, felt like a ghost, a consequence of a transactional marriage that saved my mother' s life five years ago and simultaneously crushed my own dreams.

Fed up with her absolute indifference, I finally decided to break free.

I accepted a prestigious surgical fellowship in Germany and served her divorce papers.

She signed them on the spot, without a second glance, mistaking them for adoption forms-a brutal testament to how little I meant to her.

But escaping Izzy' s orbit proved impossible.

Her manipulative ex, Marcus Vance, resurfaced, systematically sabotaging my reputation and career.

He staged a fake "assault" at the hospital that got me suspended, and Izzy, completely blind in her work-obsessed world, effortlessly believed his lies, her family joining the cruel chorus, painting me as a jealous villain.

Just as my visa was finally approved, offering me a clear path to reclaim my life, I found her waiting at the airport.

Tears of frustration blurred my vision as she snatched my passport.

"Going somewhere, Ethan Cole?" she smirked, then, with chilling nonchalance, she ripped it in half.

"Oops. Clumsy me." She still believed we were married, choosing to live in that delusion even as her own company began to tank due to Marcus' s cunning schemes.

"You are my husband," she declared, grabbing my arm, dragging me back into her chaotic, high-stakes world.

She forced me to play the role of the devoted spouse, a public facade to salvage her company' s image.

Trapped, bewildered, and furious, I knew this wasn't just a crisis for her, but a crucible for me.

Can I survive this charade? And what will it take to truly escape?

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