Once a broken Billonaire

a's

s, your body should fully recover." Dr. Lucie

Liam smiled... a real smile that reached his dark

soared at

- even when the world itsel

tered his spine and crippled his legs, Liam lost

nt his wealth couldn't feed

ven my mother's old bakery j

for himself, and today... watching him r

..

believe: Liam stood, It was clumsy, it was shaky... but he

o once ruled the world was w

sinesses... and somehow, the man I loved bega

...

wanted to remind him of everything we

e art shop downtown. "Morning! How much is t

ithout blinking. I hesitated. Liam deserved

Liam was laughing, free and real. "Can you recreate this

ed eagerly as she worked... but minutes turn into hours. She

ce tight. I needed to catch Liam

e. The price had skyrocketed to sixt

ed it be wrapped, and sprinted

–

work. I cursed under my breath, fightin

t denial, I

rabbed the portrait and rushe

under the boiling sun, sweat soaking my

the massive glass doors, the r

. "Good morning, Mrs. L

the tight knot in my stomach, I

the door open, a bright smile on m

my throat, and the wo

man straddling his lap, her fingers tan

crashed to the floor. Liam looked up. His face twisted in

d coldly. "You're ruining the moment." I

ed brokenly. "What th

like she owned him. I lost it. "You bastard!

HE SL

I stumbled, tasting blood. "Don't you ever call my wif

vily. "I'm your wife." "Not anymore." He threw a

ce pa

ion. "I sacrificed everything for you," I choked out. "Whe

nto his lap again. "She was there... waiting for m

ed me a

. "Look at yourself," he said. "You're a pathetic, sweaty

ast. "You smell of desperation, Ar

. I stood there, frozen in the middle of his la

f my love, my loyalty - lay shattered at my feet, just

re. Not in front of them. "You're a coward, Liam," I said, my v

the room. "A man knows when to cut off dead weight," he said

trying to steady my breathing.

the battered portrait. The glass had cracked down t

fitt

y breath, not as a threat - but a pr

el wink, without another word, I

e in front of him. behind me, I heard the woma

cold hallway like a curse. When I finall

ike him. I stood there, clutching the broken portrait to

ft. No husband.

hattered image of Liam's face

moment. I wiped my tears away with th

oke me. He thoug

Then a war was exactly w