From Contract Wife to Global Icon

“For three excruciating years, I was Olivia Prescott, the dutiful, silent wife in a cold, pre-arranged marriage, foolishly loving a man who only saw his college sweetheart, Chloe. My unspoken devotion and tireless efforts to manage his life and our opulent home were met with blatant neglect and emotional indifference. The breaking point arrived not with a bang, but a searing lash and a crumpled heirloom: my grandmother' s cherished cashmere shawl, deliberately ruined by Chloe, then callously dismissed by Ethan as "just a piece of cloth." He publicly humiliated me, forcing a humiliating apology for an "accident" that was anything but. That same night, his formidable mother Eleanor, enraged by my perceived defiance, wielded a riding crop, physically assaulting me. While she beat me, her son laughed softly on the phone with his beloved, utterly oblivious to the cruelty unfolding just feet away. How could I have been so blind, so foolishly hopeful, to believe love could blossom in such a barren wasteland of contempt and betrayal? My heart, once foolishly hopeful, turned to stone, burning with a quiet fury that day. With divorce papers signed and a decade of unrequited love finally extinguished, I walked out of the Prescott mansion. I left behind the ghost of a docile wife and stepped into the unknown, determined to rise from the ashes of my shattered life and show them precisely what a disposable woman could achieve.”