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My Husband's Treacherous Game

Gavin
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For two years, I was the perfect daughter-in-law, caring for my "paralyzed" mother-in-law to pay for a mistake my husband, Holden, never let me forget. The day I found out her paralysis was a lie was the day I also discovered he' d tricked me into signing our divorce papers. They moved his mistress into our home. When I tried to expose their lies, they had my leg broken and sent me for electroshock therapy, forcing a false confession while my husband watched. On the night of his wedding to her, I overheard him say his biggest regret was ever marrying me. That' s when the last of my love finally turned to ash. Months later, as I turned my back on his pathetic pleas for forgiveness, a speeding car hurtled toward me. Holden pushed me to safety, sacrificing himself. Now, he lies broken in a hospital bed, looking at me with hope in his eyes, asking if I can finally forgive him.

Betrayal Divorce Ex-wife Divorce Ex-wife
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Chapter 1

For two years, I was the perfect daughter-in-law, caring for my "paralyzed" mother-in-law to pay for a mistake my husband, Holden, never let me forget.

The day I found out her paralysis was a lie was the day I also discovered he' d tricked me into signing our divorce papers.

They moved his mistress into our home. When I tried to expose their lies, they had my leg broken and sent me for electroshock therapy, forcing a false confession while my husband watched.

On the night of his wedding to her, I overheard him say his biggest regret was ever marrying me.

That' s when the last of my love finally turned to ash.

Months later, as I turned my back on his pathetic pleas for forgiveness, a speeding car hurtled toward me.

Holden pushed me to safety, sacrificing himself.

Now, he lies broken in a hospital bed, looking at me with hope in his eyes, asking if I can finally forgive him.

Chapter 1

Ansley Fuller POV:

For two years, I was the perfect, doting daughter-in-law to a woman who was faking her paralysis, all to pay for a mistake my husband never let me forget. The day I found out it was all a lie was the day I also found out he' d tricked me into signing our divorce papers.

The scent of acrid, burnt silk filled the laundry room, a monument to my exhaustion. It was the third time this week my mother-in-law, Dollye Hurst, had "accidentally" spilled something on her clothes. This time, it was a thick, syrupy blackcurrant juice, staining the cream-colored blouse a violent shade of purple. The iron, set too high by my trembling, overtired hands, had seared a brown, ugly patch right through the delicate fabric.

The blouse was ruined. Another piece of my sanity frayed and snapped.

I stared at the scorch mark, a gaping wound in the expensive material. It mirrored the hole Dollye had been methodically burning in my life for the past 730 days.

"Ansley! Are you deaf?"

Dollye' s voice, sharp and imperious, cut through the hum of the dryer. It always sounded so robust for a woman supposedly paralyzed from the waist down.

I took a deep, steadying breath and walked out of the laundry room, the ruined blouse clutched in my hand. Dollye was parked in her state-of-the-art wheelchair in the middle of the living room, her expression a familiar mask of disdain.

"You burned it, didn' t you?" she accused, her eyes narrowing. "You' re so clumsy. I don' t know what my son ever saw in you. A pretty face, I suppose. But beauty fades, and incompetence is forever."

I didn' t say anything. There was nothing to say. Arguing was like throwing stones into a black hole; they just disappeared, and the void remained.

I laid the scorched blouse on the ottoman, the purple stain stark against the pale leather. I would have to go out and buy her a new one. Another hour wasted, another small cut to my dignity.

"Look at it," she scoffed. "Another thousand dollars thrown away because of your carelessness. You owe me, Ansley. You owe this family. Don' t you ever forget that."

I nodded silently, my gaze fixed on the floor. I turned to go, to clean up the mess, to scrub the stain, to try and fix the unfixable. It was my penance.

Dollye wasn' t finished. She wheeled her chair forward, blocking my path. The rubber wheels squeaked against the polished hardwood floors.

"And while you' re at it, my legs are cramping. I need a massage. Use the arnica oil, not that cheap stuff you bought last time."

I knelt on the floor, my knees protesting, and began the ritual. Her legs, supposedly lifeless, felt firm and muscular beneath my hands. Two years of this. Two years of feeding her, bathing her, turning her in bed, massaging limbs that she claimed felt nothing.

I closed my eyes, trying to transport myself somewhere else. To my old office, with its sweeping city views and the scent of blueprints and fresh coffee. I used to design buildings that touched the sky. Now, my world was confined to this opulent prison, my days measured in pill schedules and bedpan changes.

I finished the massage and stood up, my back aching. "Is there anything else, Dollye?"

She looked me up and down, a cruel smile playing on her lips. "No. You can go. You' ve been useless enough for one day."

I escaped to the small sunroom at the back of the house, my sanctuary. I sank onto the wicker chair and pulled my phone out, my fingers hovering over Holden' s name.

She ruined another blouse. Said I was useless.

I typed a message, my thumb shaking.

Are you coming home for dinner?

I sent it and waited. The three dots appeared, then vanished. My message sat there, delivered but unread. A familiar, hollow ache settled in my chest. He was probably in a meeting. He was always in a meeting.

I deleted the first message. It sounded like I was complaining, and Holden hated it when I complained. He always said, "Just be patient, Ansley. Mom' s been through a lot."

I looked at the scorched blouse still lying on the ottoman. It was from a designer she loved, a limited edition. It was beyond repair. But maybe... maybe I could salvage the lace trim. It was my late mother' s favorite pattern. A small, stupid part of me wanted to save something from the wreckage.

The next morning, I decided to take the blouse to a specialty textile cleaner in the city, hoping against hope they could perform a miracle. It was a flimsy excuse to get out of the house, to breathe air that wasn' t thick with Dollye' s disapproval and the cloying scent of her expensive perfume.

As I stood second at the counter of the dry cleaner, my phone buzzed. It was an automated notification from the courthouse. My heart did a strange, lurching flip. I opened the email, my eyes scanning the dense legal text.

Case Number 74-C-2024-88901, Hurst vs. Hurst. This email serves as a final reminder. Your legal separation agreement will be finalized and converted to a final divorce decree in seven days unless a motion to withdraw is filed.

The words swam before my eyes. Legal separation. Divorce.

My breath hitched. It couldn' t be.

Then, a memory, foggy and distant, surfaced. Holden, a few months ago, sliding a stack of papers across the kitchen table. He' d looked exhausted, his eyes shadowed.

"Just some investment documents for Mom' s portfolio, babe," he' d said, his voice weary. "Her lawyers want everything in order. You have power of attorney, so you need to sign here, and here."

I had trusted him. I had signed without reading. My mind was so consumed with Dollye' s schedule, with the constant, grinding fatigue, that I would have signed my own death warrant if he' d asked me to.

The clerk at the counter was saying something, but her voice was a distant buzz. People in line behind me were shifting, murmuring impatiently.

"Ma' am? Are you okay?"

I looked up, my face a blank mask. "Yes," I heard myself say, the word a dry rustle in my throat. "I' m fine."

I paid for the cleaning, my hands moving on autopilot. I walked out of the shop and into the blinding midday sun. The heat felt like a physical blow, but I was cold. A deep, bone-chilling cold that started in the pit of my stomach and spread through my veins.

My phone buzzed again. A message from Holden.

Sorry, busy day. What' s for dinner?

I stared at the screen, at the casual, unthinking words. He had no idea I knew. Or maybe he did. Maybe this was all part of the plan.

I didn' t reply. I didn' t have the energy to form a question, to voice the scream that was building in my throat.

I drove back to the house, the sunroom my only destination. I needed to be alone. I needed to think.

But as I pulled into the driveway, I saw them.

Holden' s car was already there. And so was Casey Bush' s cherry-red convertible.

I walked through the back door, my movements silent. I could hear their voices from the sunroom. My sunroom.

I stopped in the hallway, hidden by the shadows. Through the glass-paned doors, I saw Dollye. She was standing. Standing, and laughing, as she did a little pirouette in the center of the room.

Casey, Holden' s high-school sweetheart and the woman Dollye had always wanted for a daughter-in-law, was clapping her hands. "Oh, Dollye, you' re a natural! You' ve barely been out of that chair for a week and you' re already dancing!"

Holden was there, too. He was leaning against the wall, a glass of whiskey in his hand, a small, pained smile on his face. He watched his mother, a woman who had supposedly been paralyzed for two years, twirl like a teenager.

The world tilted on its axis. My blood ran cold, then hot. It was a lie. All of it. The paralysis, the pain, the helplessness. A two-year-long performance, and I was the captive audience of one.

"It was a brilliant plan, darling," Casey said, her voice dripping with manufactured sweetness as she moved to stand beside Holden, her hand possessively on his arm. "Ansley bought it completely. She was so consumed with guilt, she didn' t question a thing."

"She' s not the brightest, is she?" Dollye said, her voice full of a glee that was terrifying. She sat back down in her wheelchair, a practiced, fluid motion. "But she served her purpose. Two years of servitude. It' s the least she could do after causing me to lose all of that money."

Casey' s manicured hand tightened on Holden' s arm. "Don' t be so hard on her, Dollye. She did what she had to. And now, she' ll be out of the picture for good. Holden said the divorce papers will be final in a week."

My gaze snapped to Holden. He didn't deny it. He just took a long swallow of his whiskey, his eyes fixed on the floor. He knew. He was a part of it.

"And then," Dollye continued, her voice a triumphant purr, "you can move in, Casey. We can finally be a proper family."

I was the last to know. The fool. The unpaid nurse, the unloved wife, the obstacle to be removed.

Tears, hot and blinding, finally came. They blurred the image of the three of them, a happy little conspiratorial trinity, celebrating my destruction.

I backed away silently, my hand clamped over my mouth to stifle a sob. I stumbled up the stairs, away from the sound of their laughter.

In my room, I fumbled for my phone, my fingers clumsy and numb. I scrolled through my contacts, past Holden, past Bethany, my best friend, to a name I hadn't called in over two years. A name I had forsaken for love.

The phone rang twice before a crisp, professional voice answered.

"Fuller."

My brother.

My voice was a raw, broken whisper. "It' s me. Ansley."

There was a pause, a moment of stunned silence. Then, his voice, softer now, but still sharp. "Ansley? What' s wrong?"

"I need you to get me out of here," I choked out, the words tearing from my throat. "Please. Just... get me out."

I looked out the window. Downstairs, the laughter continued, oblivious. For two years, I had believed I was paying a debt. Now I knew.

I wasn't in their debt. I had never been part of their family to begin with. I was just the help.

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