Stolen From My Husband

g chandeliers bathed the room in a golden glow, casting shadows on the marble floors beneath. It was all so beautiful, so perfectly designed, bu

lated she had become in this life she never asked for. Her wedding, the grandest event anyone in the city had ever s

nt, yet somehow domineering. He was the perfect king of his empire, but Sarah knew the truth-he had never cared for her. He saw her as nothing more than an accessory,

with unspoken words. The heat between them was undeniable, the unacknowledged attraction that had simmered for so long now palpable in the air betw

s voice a gentle whisper in

too long. "Just another night of pretending," she replied, her voice thick with th

m. There was nothing affectionate in the way he looked at her-only control. A possessive, calculated look that reminded her she was his, his property, in ev

od because his expression darkened. "Come

it was more than that-Ethan's presence wasn't just an escape. He was a lifeline, a chance to feel something other than the numbness that

y screamed for more, for something real, for something to make her feel alive again. The door to his study creak

both tender and possessive. "You don't have to do this alone," he whispered,

esperation to feel wanted overwhelming. Their lips met in a kiss that was hot, frantic-everything she had been starved for. E

with something darker, something more determined. "You don't have to stay with him," Ethan mu

he one she could have with him. She wanted to believe that this could be the answer, that leaving Aaron was the only choice. But the consequences of such

und of footsteps echoed in the h

and commanding, the fury evident

could even process what was happening, he pulled her into another kiss-this time more urgent, as though he could drown out the coming sto

mind racing for an escape. She ha

his grip tighteni

loor as she ran down the corridor. She didn't know where she was going, only tha

lling her name, dark with rage. The sound of his fury followed her, echoing th

ind her, cold and menacing. "

ords. He was right. She couldn't run forever

ould she ever return to the life she had known

an to sink in. There was no turning back now. Tonight had marked the beginning of a ne

he sound of his footsteps nearing. But what would happen when he caught up to her? Would h