When the Mistress Disappeared, My Fairy Tale Became a Nightmare

Ethan's number. He answered on the th

e?" she whispered,

hly. "You embarrassed me. You embarrassed Tiff

y private photos? Ethan

uy them back yourself. I believe the auction starts in an hour. Be a shame if they fel

y sweet. "Ethan, baby, are you coming back to bed?

minute, sweet girl. Just dealing

ct. Her lawyer, Eleanor, had arranged for a trusted, anonymous intermediary to bid on her behalf,

faces shadowed, their eyes gleaming with a predatory

n their bed, wearing one of E

f nausea

ft, clinical. Voice

imate, private. A series of photos taken in their bat

impassive. With each click, a piece of Sarah's heart turned to stone. The humiliation was a physical

ck her soul, piec

ollowed out. The last vestiges of any affection she mig

ay at the penthouse, her voice

financial report, looking utterly unc

an't s

forgotten, Sarah, that our prenup, while generous, has certain clauses. Contested divorces can be

owed for immediate dissolution. Her father had been so insistent on that part. Or perhaps Ethan thought she couldn't prove it

didn't know about her ace in the hole – the ne

crawl. "Look, I know I've been... difficult. Let's put this unpleasantness behind us. I'll start comin

d and walked towards his study, dismissi

lidifying within her. His birthday part

and Ethan on a private jet, champagne flutes in hand; Tiffany showing off a new diamond bracelet, caption: "He knows how to spoil his girl ❤️"; T

ous to Sarah's quiet preparations, the discreet calls to movers to store a few sentimen

ht she'd just rol

about to disappear from