The Billionaire's Broken-Shoed Wife

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hing metallic. The lighting was low, strategically placed to obscure faces. My heart thrummed, a nervous drumbeat i

ce rumbled from the shadow

. "My pleasure." The scri

his voice surprisingly gentle, yet direct. The

ow? "Yes," I confessed, my voice

rved, not as a question, but a s

I could make up a story of fleeting desires or a need for excitemen

" My voice broke slightly. "My husband controls everything. My l

ark, a disgusted dismissal. But it never came. Instead, he simply n

said, his voice softer now.

ings I' d given up. He listened. Truly listened. It was a strange, u

the table. He stood then, and I finally got a glimpse of his face in the soft lig

position. I require a companion, exclusively. For a significant duration. You would be

ingers trembling. The amount inside made my head spin. It was five times wh

ho of Jason's possessiveness, yet this felt different.

I said, my

smile. "Excellent. I look forw

my hand. The streets of the city felt different, brighter, full

home by noon. Kennedy wants to go shopp

ays required. I was a glorified maid, a personal shopper fo

he thought of his summons, his casual disregard, only fueled my

ack, my fingers movin

ed from afar. A dress in the window caught my eye-a vibrant emerald green, flowing and elegant, unlike anything

. You dress to impress, not to fade into the background. You want a dress? I'll buy you the best, but I choose." He bought me a s

eld high. "I'd like to try on the gre

around me, making me feel alive, f

d by Jason. I walked in and bought a small, delicate cake. I carried it, ca

symbol of my stolen joy. But as I lifted the fork, a wave of nausea hit m

ay cats huddled under a bush, their eyes wide and hungry. I walked over, broke off pieces of

s freedom. The freedom to choose, to spend my mone

bold for my new, quiet life. I saw a young woman, sitting alone on a bench, lookin

ng her the bag. "This is for you. It didn'

with tears. "Are you serious?

ft. It felt better than

ness in my step. The sun was setting, pain

And beside it, an ambulance. And a team of

me approaching. His eyes, usually so co

been?" He didn't wait for an answer. "Strip." His voice was flat