The Billionaire's Wife Escapes To Antarctica

Chapter 6 6

Word Count: 780 | Released on: 13/04/2026

Amy stared through the lenses of her microscope, adjusting the focus knob. The repet

Chloe Nash, her coworker, stood there looking uncomfortable

rubbed her tired eyes and walked down t

ny desk. He had a wide, fake smile plastered on his

representative this afternoon. We are hostin

name at the top was printed

I can't do this, Dean Cromwell. I have a critical

fifty million dollars for the new modern art wing. The board is giving the naming

, I will personally see to it that your research funding for the next academic ye

etallic taste of blood filled her mouth. Her career, her e

I will

e main administrative building. She wore a stiff,

ed walking. Media photographers, tipped off by the university PR team,

stepped out. He looked immaculate in a dark nav

the vehicle and opened the door. He reached inside and carefully lif

sses and a soft cashmere blanket draped ov

she had to swallow back bile. She forced her facial muscles

Welcome. This is Dr. Torres, our top resea

witched violently. His fingers tightened on the handles of the whe

She looked up at Amy. A sweet, victorious

d backward, reciting the history of the brick buildin

right behind her, never leaving her side. He

statue. "Hey Giselle, maybe they'll put a statue of you in fron

Amy's presence. He spoke

him to shut up. Instead, he leaned down and

t. He was letting his friend humiliate his legal

ring. Some pointed at Amy. The pity in

ndle of the megaphone. Her fingernails dug into the pla

malice. She let her hand drop casually to the side of the wh

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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.”