The CEO's Unwanted Wife Strikes Back

Chapter 3

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eanor snapped. Instead of the tearful denial he exp

er voice a silken challenge. She wat

ll-tale sign of his fury. His eyes darkened. "Who is he

who actually sees me," she said, her voice deliberately light. "Someone who

fully aimed dart, an

Don't be naive, Eleanor. You think some new romance will last? They're only interested in the C

e turned away, a gesture of finality. "Fine. Keep your preci

vibration. He glanced at the screen. Ethan, his assistant. He answered, his voice all busi

from the back of a chair, completely ignoring

ng in front of him, blocking his path

speed, his eyes scanning the clauses until he reached the last page. He stopped. His eyebrows shot up in surprise.

in his eye. "You're willing to walk away with

freedom," she sa

pen remained untouched. "I'm not signing anyt

one. The front door closed w

inging in her ears. Peaceful resolution was not

have to for

, leaving behind the designer gowns and extravagant gifts he had bought her over the years. She packed only her own clothes, her books, and

ity of the city a welcome embrace. She sat on the edge of the unfamiliar bed

t message. It was from a number she didn't

an. I feel terrible. Can we please meet? I'll

. A summons, disguised as an apology. She kn

back a s

as done hiding. Don

white linen dress. The bandage on her wrist was stark and conspicuous. She looke

. I didn't mean to cause trouble," Sera

an who had so expertly dismantled her marriage

he said, her voice low and

of weary grace. "It's about my brother, Leo," she said, her expression shifting

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“For three years, I endured a freezing, arranged marriage with Julian Carlisle-Vance, foolishly hoping my childhood crush would eventually warm his heart. But the moment his "friend" Seraphina called about a minor wrist ache, he abandoned me in our bed, rushing to her side and publicly flaunting his devotion online. When I finally handed him the divorce papers, willing to walk away with absolutely nothing, he refused to sign. Instead, he blackmailed me. He blocked the settlement for my younger brother's impending assault charges, using his freedom as leverage to force me into a sick ultimatum. "The marriage stays on paper, but in private, you will be my mistress." He wanted to strip me of my dignity, keeping me as a secret plaything while my own father conspired with Seraphina, putting my late mother's precious jadeite necklace up for auction just to punish my disobedience. Julian even twisted a moment of my vulnerability, accusing me of secretly loving his dead brother, using that paranoid delusion as an excuse to ruthlessly degrade me. I didn't understand why the man I loved hated me so much, or why my own family would sell my mother's soul to the highest bidder just to keep me leashed to a psychopath. But when I saw my mother's necklace headlining the Sotheby's VIP preview, the suffocating despair inside me finally burned away into a cold, clear rage. I wiped my tears and calmly began planning my appearance at the auction. They thought the necklace was a chain to bind me, but I was going to make it my weapon.”