Jilted Ex: Married To The Blind Tycoon

Chapter 3

Word Count: 700 | Released on: 15/06/2026

d silent air. She stared at her reflection, a pale-faced woman in a silver d

trange, buoyant lightness spread through her chest. The weight o

hit her as she stepped outside, a bracing shock that cleared

doubt sent by Preston to harass her on his behalf. She ignored them a

t welcome beacon. She slid into a booth and ordered a black

. She would have to quit her job at Vance Ind

a familiar, heavy dread. Sharon Castillo had worshipped Preston Vance and the

flood of notifications poured in. Dozens o

illo! Have you lost your mind? Preston told me everythin

ut a second thought. A storm was

om an unknown number appear

I apologize for the intrusion, but I would like to request a meeting with you at your

hat name was royalty. The Vances were wealthy, but the Marshalls we

t the tone of the message was formal, professional. It included an offi

erful family in the city be contacting

o the first. "If you don't do as I say, I will cut you off

in from her past, threatening to drag her back down. The ot

ward, a source of power her family couldn't touch. This bizarre invi

illion lights, and not one of them felt like it was for her

ly to the unknown number. "Mr. Hayes,

ar will be waiting for you outside your apartment building at 10 a.m.

a shiver of apprehension down her spine, but

would take the meeting. To escape the cage,

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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.”