The Billionaire Anmsaic Wife

h the curtains and hit my fac

n my old bedroom at my parents' house. I thought it was the

d my eyes an

ll been

ath me weren't the familiar cotton I w

sharp gasp, my he

in the upper wing of the penthouse. The high ceilings, dark wooden furniture, a

ned as I rememb

My body ached, a deep, muscular exhaustion from the wild sobbing tha

zed grey t-shirt. Someone, probably one of the female housekeepers, had st

pen to reveal a bathroom larger than my entire bedroom at home. Deep black marb

ity, my eyes catching the items

eath c

he one my mother always complained was too expensive to order. Beside it sat a jar of chamomile

fingers brushing the cool g

H

y off my mother, asking her for every tiny d

or, watching my pale, hollow face stare back at me. "He

ay to hot, letting the scalding water beat against my back, trying to scrub the phantom touch of Aeron's arms off my skin. But as

n closet, expecting to find racks of unfamiliar, high-

r row of clothes h

nen button-downs, and structured blazers, my exact style. Not a single gaudy

mall. W

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led on a cream-colored knit sweater and a pair of black denim jeans. They fitte

Hayes gain from all of this? He has power, money, influence, he could have any woman in the world with a snap o

ere was

her for years! Why hadn't he called the police? Why hadn't he posted on social media that hi

away from me in that church. Was it guilt because the

I wasn't going to get t

ook a deep, steadying breath,

ase. The smell of fresh coffee and toasted bread came from downstai

hit the main fl

aring a casual black turtleneck, his dark hair slightly damp, a tablet resting in his hand as h

ittle boy was happily smearing strawberry jam onto a slice of

choed off the floo

didn't look smug or pleased with himself. He simply

chirped, his face lighting up

I forced my gaze away from the ch

ly, setting his tablet face-down on t

able in front of the em

ide of fresh raspberries, and a cup of black t

rite breakfast. The dishes I ordered ever

ce cold, though my hands were cle

s," Aeron replied calmly, gesturing tow

that yesterday. If I wanted to break out of this cage, I needed to play smart. I needed to gather evidenc

sat down, refusing

presso before I spoke, my voice steady,

stated clearly. "I don't believe those photos. I don't believe the news ei

clink. He didn't look surprised. "I

s on the edge of the table, "then prove it. Without your staff. Without your fake in

es searching my face. "How do yo

ot from your private doctors. We will go to any public hospital of my choice. We d