Beyond the Dead Bedroom

“My third wedding anniversary. Three years of a dead bedroom, feeling like the king-sized bed was an ocean between us. I tried, again. "Tori, honey?" Her eyes, usually cool blue, turned to ice. "What do you want, Ethan? If you're that desperate, there are apps for that." Her words cut deep. Pathetic. Desperate. That night, I found her moaning another man's name – my "brother" Blake Hudson. Then, on her unlocked phone, I saw the truth: a group chat where she gloated about using me for a major real estate deal, planning to dump me for Blake after securing the "Hudson-Sterling alliance." My world shattered. But their betrayal had only just begun. The next day, I was dragged to a fertility clinic. "We need to ensure the bloodlines continue, efficiently," Tori sneered, her voice dripping with disgust at the thought of truly mixing her DNA with mine. They forced me into a chair, injected me with a sedative, treating me like a breeding animal. When I woke, they showed me five viable embryos, created against my will. Five lives, forged in deceit. How could someone I loved, someone I thought was my wife, do this? Why was I the pawn in their sick game? The humiliation burned, the questions screamed in my head. But they had underestimated me. The moment I gained consciousness, I smashed those vials, ending their twisted plan. Then, I picked up the phone. I wasn't just Ethan Carter, the "charity case." I was Ethan Carter Hayes, and they were about to learn what it meant to cross someone connected to Northern Holdings. This wasn't just about divorce; it was about tearing down their empire brick by brick.”