Jilted Ex: Married To The Blind Tycoon

Chapter 2

Word Count: 1132 | Released on: 15/06/2026

he set the phone to silent and p

coffee table. His birthday gift. A custom Patek Philippe watch. She had worked late n

rself through college. But over the last eight years, she had softened her edges and dimmed her o

icked up the box and dropped it into her to

nd Preston strolled in. He brought with him a nauseating cocktail of sea breeze, his signa

d his trademark charming smile sprea

took a deliberate step back. The rejection was subtle

y expected his obedient little fiancé to be waiting b

voice as smooth and col

tronizing laugh. "Done? What is this, some new game? Ar

another one of her 'little moods' he h

carat diamond engagement ring from her finger, and placed it on the glass surface of the coffee ta

said. "I'll have my thing

s finally wiped the arrogant smirk off his fac

th a surprisingly bruising grip. "You're throwing an eight

inch. She looked him dead in the eye, her gaze sharp enough t

physical blow. His pup

ly from confusion to defensive fury. "Th

ust the furious panic of

this dramatic. Kinsley? She's a cheap thrill. A rented toy for a weekend on a boat. She means absolutely nothing! You're th

oman-a toxic tactic he had used a hundred times before to smoot

ing through his excuses. She turned and walked toward the

any hysterical tantrum could have. He was losing control, and his fragile ego couldn't

the screen. "Look in the mirror, Elliana! You're almost thirty. You've spent your best years playing my perfe

. He had forwarded her the contact cards of several o

malice, "maybe one of them will take you in. Because let's face it-without my black

g eight years of her unwavering love and support to a cheap

. Elliana didn't feel humili

independent woman she used to be hadn't died; she had jus

she smiled. It was a radiant, terrifying smile-the smile of a pr

"I spent eight months of my own freelance salary saving for that custom Patek Philippe

ning from his face as her words s

y certainty. "I am almost thirty. Which means I still have the rest of my life to not

almly tapped his name, pressed Block this Caller, and wit

t time, taking in the pathetic sig

e, Mr.

air, not once looking back, leaving him standing alone

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“Elliana Castillo spent eight years being the perfect fiancée-the quiet, graceful woman who planned the parties, wore the right jewelry, and never asked questions. Then she saw the video. Her fiancé Preston, laughing on a yacht with another woman in his arms. "She'll just be at home, waiting for me. Like a good little canary in a cage." The words shattered eight years of devotion in a single breath. Elliana walked out that night. No tears. No screams. Just the cold, steel click of her engagement ring hitting the coffee table and the final swipe of her thumb blocking his number forever. But freedom came with a price. Her mother disowned her. Preston's thugs showed up at her door. She had nothing-no money, no allies, nowhere to run. Until the Marshall family came calling. Marry their heir, Julious Marshall. Ten million dollars. Unwavering protection. It sounded insane. A marriage to a complete stranger, arranged by a witch's prophecy about their "fate compatibility." But Elliana had learned the hard way that desperation and opportunity often wear the same face. She signed the papers. Now she lives in a gilded cage-a sprawling estate, designer clothes she didn't choose, and a husband she's never met. The staff speaks of Julious in whispers. The doctors rush into his room at all hours. And at night, through the heavy oak door that separates them, she hears the sound of a piano-haunting, powerful, filled with a pain that echoes her own. Then she finally sees him. Stooped in a wheelchair. His face devastatingly beautiful. His eyes- Empty. Clouded. Blind. The truth crashes down: her husband is dying. A brain bleed, inoperable. And he's been refusing food, refusing therapy, slowly surrendering to the darkness. But Elliana has been a prisoner before. She knows what it feels like to be treated like a fragile thing, a decoration, a canary in a cage. She's done being anyone's canary. She walks through the door. "I am his wife. It's my responsibility to take care of him." For the first time, the words feel true.”