The Billionaire's Wife Escapes To Antarctica

Chapter 4 4

Word Count: 805 | Released on: 13/04/2026

ests drove away. Amy walked out of the hall,

d draped it over Howard's shoulders. She tried to keep her

corner, waiting for the

a black Maybach gli

at license plate. She knew the custom tint on

heby's auction house. A valet in a crisp unifor

earing a perfectly tailored black tuxedo. The s

Instead, he turned back to the open c

a long, black velvet glove. It rested delicately

r shawl around her shoulders. Giselle looked up at him and smiled. Br

. Howard stood right beside he

y red. The hand gripping his wood

ross-border conference call. The lie she had told fifty people tonight to protect his image. It

stopped behind them. They followed Amy's gaze. A c

that. P

t like a needle driving

he concrete. "I am going to kill

"No, Dad. Please. Don't." She shook her head frantically. The tears she had

atch. She could not let these people watc

ttention instantly. He turned his head and squinted across the four lanes of traffic. A sudden flash from a passing tourist's camera illuminated the opposite corner for a

mile vanished from his face. A flash of pure pan

Giselle's waist. He took half a step

his line of sight and saw Amy crying. A tiny, triumphan

Her ankle suddenly gave out. She collapsed si

ught her by the waist before she hit the pavement. He held

ked back across the stre

f a yellow taxi. She slammed the door

irror. She watched the reflection of the stre

She leaned her head a

e said, his voice thick with sorrow. "Stop doing this to yourself. Stop bendin

houlder. She opened her mouth and let out a silent, agonizing so

Chapter End

Claim Your Bonus at the APP

Open

The Billionaire's Wife Escapes To Antarctica

Nathaniel Stone Modern

“The anniversary candles were burning down, and the Wagyu beef had long gone cold. I waited for two hours, but Brigham never came home. Instead, a push notification shattered the silence. It was a live video from an exclusive club, showing my husband laughing with Giselle Leach-the woman he claimed was just a business acquaintance. In the footage, he pulled her into his chest to shield her from a champagne spray, his hand possessive on her hip. The humiliation stung, but the printed apology card he sent via his butler later that night was the final insult. He didn't even bother to sign it by hand. My life felt like a hollow performance, a series of lies meant to keep up appearances for a man who kept me as a placeholder while his heart belonged to someone else. I felt like an idiot, holding onto a marriage that had been dead for years. Why did I keep trying to fix something that was never mine to begin with? Then, the email arrived-a three-year research expedition in Antarctica. It required me to cut off all outside contact. I looked at the man who had treated me like a disposable accessory, then at the screen. I didn't hesitate. I typed my acceptance, ready to leave the life, the lies, and the man who never saw me behind forever.”