My Contract Wife Is A Hidden Genius

Chapter 8

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“For three years, I played the perfect wife to hockey star Halsey Mays, naively thinking my devotion could eventually warm his frozen heart. Until I overheard him telling his grandfather that our marriage was just a cheap PR stunt, and he would never let a woman like me bear his child. To make matters worse, his ex-girlfriend had just flaunted her pregnant belly in my face, proudly carrying his baby. When my heartbreak finally pushed me to confront him, he cornered me in my room and mocked my pain. He told me I was completely worthless, just a contract clause his family bought to save his career. He even threatened to destroy my family's company if I didn't obediently play my part as his caged canary. I had given up my friends, my dreams, and my entire dignity for a man who looked at me with pure disgust. My three years of cautious, desperate love were nothing but a pathetic joke to him. My heart completely died in that moment. I calmly demanded a divorce, signed the papers, and refused his ten million dollar payout so I could leave with nothing. But just as I turned to walk away as a free woman, his cold facade completely shattered. He grabbed my wrist, his eyes burning with a crazed, terrifying obsession, and threw me onto the bed. "The contract is over, but you will always be mine."”