The Billionaire's Wife Escapes To Antarctica

Chapter 5 5

Word Count: 821 | Released on: 13/04/2026

the large living room sofa. She had not turned on a single lamp. She sat

ad beeped. The heav

l coat. He reached out and flipped the wall switch. Th

there. His eyes flickered with exhaustion. He r

cket and pulled out a small, square box. The Sotheby's logo was

ce was low, trying to sound reasonable. "The piece had a complicated ownership history tied to a

ce sparkled against the black velvet. "I saw this and

nd. She looked at his face. H

r voice was flat, devoid of any emotion. "Every time you humi

she pushed back like this. He unbutto

sofa. He pinched the bridge of his nose. "Giselle is alone in the city. Sh

gh. The sound held no humor. It was pure

ting. Brigham stood up. "I am not doing th

ently against the glass table. The screen lit up

the phone and a

erical sobbing coming from the speaker. "Brigham! I can't bre

ce. He didn't even hesitate. He grabbed

you walk out that door right now,

oorknob. He did not turn around. His k

ttack. Her life might be in dan

The heavy door slammed shut behind him. T

rough her chest, so sharp she gasped for air. It felt like an

wrapped her arms around her legs. She waited for the tears to come.

e was calm. The chaotic pain was gone, re

down a medium-sized suitcase. She packed three pairs of

her. She ignored the velvet display cases filled with diamonds

box with the pink diamond. She walked to the kitchen and dropped i

suitcase out of the penth

ow cab. "Take me to the Columbia Univer

contacts, found Brigham's name, and hit 'Block Caller'. She turne

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The Billionaire's Wife Escapes To Antarctica

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“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.”