The Billionaire's Ex Wife Revenge

ly drawing everyone's attention. "Good morning, Mr. Mayor," Mr

of her. Bandages covered her arms, and the bruises on her face were faint but visible. Her neck was immobilized by a brace, a

hind him whispered among themselves, their hushed tones filled with shock and concern. The ma

and her mind raced once more. If there was ever a moment to act, to stop this madness, it was now. But he

to calm the racing thoughts in her mind. For the first time in what felt like forever, she allowed herself to feel the comfort of a brief pa

re turning away and walking with the grace of someone who believed he had already won. His words hit Sarah l

arely audible. The neck brace made it difficult for her to speak cl

h, his smile twisted with a sense of triumph. "There's a first time for everything," he said with a malic

tightened as the gravity of the situation hit her once again. She wasn't just a bystander in this twisted game-she was the pawn. As the tears began to well up in

snapped his fingers, signaling the start of the ceremony, as if he were directing an event instead of orchestrating a young

h could hear the reluctance in his tone. He stepped forward and began

e her stomach turn. His presence felt suffocating, like a weight pressing down o

th and sickness, for better or worse?" The priest's words were

o eager, too rehearsed. His eyes sparkled with a sense of fina

ghtly. "Do you, Miss Sarah, accept Andrew to be your hu

r chest, the silence stretching between them. Her mind raced, but all she could focus on was the undeniable truth of her situation. This wasn't a choice. This wasn't love. Th

a sinking feeling, that she wasn't sure if she could sa

but the words seemed t

s that had threatened to fall earlier were now flowing freely down her face. She turned slowly, meeting her father's gaze with a p

meant to reassure her. He motioned for her to settle, his eyes giving a silent command for patience. It was a