The CEO's Unwanted Wife Strikes Back

Chapter 5

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use was eerily silent. It wasn't the quiet of a home

stomach. He pushed open the door to their bedroom. The room was nea

d his

rned to her vanity. The velvet tray was empty. Every piece of jewelry he had ever bought her was still there, glea

only what wa

He slammed his fist into the wall, the impact vibrating up his arm. A dull cr

ers stiff and clumsy. He called h

to the phone, his voice low a

ife. He paced the bedroom like a caged animal.

"Mrs. Carlisle-Vance... she checked into the Greenwich Hot

, icy panic through him. "Is she hurt?"

y. "She's there to see Mr. P

s mess on her own. Trying to cut him out completely. T

r. Mr. Price, a stern, unforgiving man, lounged on the hospital bed with a grimly satisfi

shed, Mrs. Vance," he said flatly. "Money w

She had no leverage here, no power. She was about t

re hospital. He was wearing a perfectly tailored dark suit, his presence

tough businessman vanished, replaced by a man

e and walked slowly toward Eleanor. He raised a han

m his touch, a small,

or a beat before he lowered

?" he murmured, low enou

e hissed back, her face flushing with

oesn't it?" He turned to the man on the b

man nodded eagerly. "

He only recognizes that name. Not Eleanor Vance." He was dismantling he

red, her voice trembling with the anger rising inside

to accept any private settlement," he conf

of his cologne, crisp and sharp, filled her senses. His voice dropped low

Vance. You will move back home. You will put your things back in th

g the weight of h

goes to priso

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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.”