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The Unwanted Wife's Unexpected Destiny

Chapter 1 

Word Count: 750    |    Released on: 11/06/2025

rk's office was stale, thick with the

e front of my simple cream dress, a dress I

ike a god sculpted from ambition, his handsome face

om the clerk calling our names, f

s more than pap

eft a clause in his will, a detail I'd known my whole life. Upon my marriage, my sp

sed to think it was a safeguard, a way to ensure m

murmured, his hand find

age, it was about him. A tiny, persistent doubt had b

h tired eyes, looked u

rd, Pres' s phone buzzed,

anced at the screen, and his face went pale

his," he said, al

s off, his back to m

u serious? Se

ared at it, then his head snapped up, h

he stammered, shoving hi

talking about? We' re ne

ergency. A real crisis." He looked around wildl

cocktail waitress from that club he frequented, a

already moving, pushing past a cou

n't lo

ust

done

e

mes again, her voice fl

ss suddenly feeling like a costume

d in my purse. A

out, my ha

in a bad way. That photo she

t, almost i

id she' s okay with you being a sister-wife, you know? Or maybe you could be a surrogate

Sister-wife. Surro

yes. The audacity, the cru

manipulative, h

d him, or the idea of him, shattered. In its

the power, the control. He' d use

me. He thought I

as w

ngly steady, scrolle

an

, grounded. He' d always been there, a quiet constant in my often-chaotic lif

ssed

d on the s

wrong? You sou

id of the tears that threatened. "I n

es wanted Sterling Global through me? He' d underestimated me.

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The Unwanted Wife's Unexpected Destiny
The Unwanted Wife's Unexpected Destiny
“The air in the New York City Hall clerk's office was thick with stale paper and cheap coffee. I, Aurora "Rory" Sterling, heiress to Sterling Global, stood beside my fiancé, Pres Hayes, seconds away from signing our marriage license. This document was key to my grandfather' s will, granting my spouse controlling influence on the company board. Then Pres' s phone vibrated, a frantic, insistent sound. He stepped away, his face pale, muttering, "It' s Tiff. Tiffany Larson. An emergency. I have to go." He didn't look back. He just left, abandoning me at the counter, a fool in my cream dress. Moments later, a text from him popped up: "Tiff needs me. Look, Rory, this Sterling Global thing... it' s still on. Tiff' s generous. She said she' s okay with you being a sister-wife, you know? Or maybe you could be a surrogate for our kids. Once I' m on the board, we can make it work. I' ll schedule time for you." Sister-wife. Surrogate. Schedule time. The audacity, the cruelty, was breathtaking; he wasn't just manipulative, he was a monster. The naive part of me shattered, replaced by something cold and hard. He thought I was weak, broken bait. He was wrong. My grandfather' s will said "spouse," not "Pres." My fingers, surprisingly steady, scrolled through my contacts. "Ethan," I said, my voice clear, "I need you. Marry me. Right now."”
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