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Seven Years His Hidden Heartbreak

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 806    |    Released on: 05/12/2025

birthday hat on Leo's head. He looke

pea?" I asked, forcing a smile

ered, "I wished for you to always b

mory, the one that solidified everything. I would never forget this pure, raw wish. And I wou

back, kissing the top of his

gifts. Holden's name wasn't mentioned once. It was just us. And for the first time in a long time,

o a birthday celebrated without a father. I picked up the thick manila envelope I had hidden beneath a stack of old magazines. Inside were the divorce papers, neatly printed, si

of the front door. Ho

gne clinging to him. His eyes, tired and shadowed, landed on the deflated balloons, the half-e

sorry, Adriana. The gala ran late, then Kassidy needed a ride

Holden. Leo had a wonderful time." The words

Again. I promise, I'll make it up to him. To both of you." His eyes shifted to min

lmost detached. I picked up the manila envelo

n at my face, confusion cloudi

olding firm. "A partnership dissolution agreement

're married. We have Leo." He took a step closer, his eyes na

erced the silence. He glanced down, his expression still

answered, irritation clear in

h my God, it's a disaster! My apartment building, there was a pipe burst, water everywh

concern. "Kassidy, calm down. Where are you? Are you safe? I'll be right the

ers, Holden," I said, my v

nd, scribbled his signature across the bottom without even glancing at the contents, and tossed i

e door in a flash, the sound of his car sp

ed gently, a silent, mocking farewell. He had chosen. He had chosen Kassidy. He had chosen his carefully constr

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Seven Years His Hidden Heartbreak
Seven Years His Hidden Heartbreak
“For seven years, I was the secret wife and ghostwriter for the famous author Holden Gillespie. I built his literary empire with my words, all while our marriage and our son, Leo, were kept hidden to protect his "single genius" image. Then he began a public affair with his new publicist, Kassidy. When I finally quit, he tried to kick me and our son out of our home to make room for her. The breaking point came on Leo's birthday. Holden showed up with a cake to "make things right." It was mango chiffon. He had forgotten-or never cared to know-that our son has a life-threatening allergy to mangoes. He almost killed his own child out of sheer, selfish negligence. In that moment, I knew it was over. I took our son, disappeared, and filed for divorce, cutting off all contact. But now, months later, he' s standing outside my new home in Santa Fe, looking desperate. "I'm not agreeing to this divorce," he says, his voice raw. "I never will."”
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