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Aethelgard's Divorce

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 1124    |    Released on: 27/06/2025

ne mansion surrounded by acres of perfectly manicured lawns. A long, winding driveway led to a grand entrance. When I first

portraits of stern-faced ancestors, and the silence was broken only by the ticking of a grandfa

s, with sharp, intelligent eyes that seemed to see right through me. He sat behind a ma

w rumble. He gestured to the chair in fr

d tightly in my lap to

class. A promising talent in architecture. But what's more relevant is yo

id, my voice ba

lds. But in this world, our world, he is... fragile. He suffers from severe anxiety. He cannot handle the basic pressu

ween us, stripped of all its romant

demanding family pulling her away. Her focus must be entirely on him. In return for this dedication, she

gilded cage. I thought of the Thompsons' house, of the constant feeling of being unwanted. I thought of my dream

mer now. I was no longer a scared or

career will have to come second. Your life will revolve around his needs. He is not... an easy man.

hat was my own, Mr. Hayes. At least this

losed the file. "The wedding will be in two months. My lawyer

ixture of shock and derision among the city's elite. I was a nobody, an orphan plucked from obscurity. The whispers followed me everywhere. The

though it was understood I would likely never practice in a serious way. My real job was Liam. But as I stood in front of the mirror on my wedding day, draped in a designer go

is tuxedo. He avoided my eyes the entire time, his focus fixed on a point on the far wall. When the officiant told him to kiss the bride, he h

n crisis. I walked into our master suite, a vast room with a panoramic view of t

he said, not looking at me.

ing dress pooling around my fee

lightly. "My space. I have routines. I need things a cert

wave of disbelief washing over me

on't know. The guest wing is down the hall. There are plenty of rooms. My grandfather can't fo

new life. I had a new name, a new home, a husband. But I was just as alone as I had ever been. The wedding dress suddenly felt like a costume for a part I was no

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“The divorce papers felt heavy in my hands, a final weight after three years. I had sacrificed everything to be the perfect wife to Liam Hayes, a genius in game design but a recluse crippled by anxiety. I was his shield, his planner, his entire support system, ensuring every detail of his life was seamless so he could create. But at the launch party for his groundbreaking new game, "Aethelgard's Echo," he took the stage and thanked his "muse," Olivia, the graphic designer. He beamed at her, she blew him a kiss, and I, his wife, stood frozen in the wings, my name never mentioned. Three years of sleepless nights, managing his panic attacks, and organizing his entire life were erased in that single spotlight. He didn't just forget me; he publicly replaced me, reducing me to nothing more than hired help. My face burned with a fresh wave of humiliation as whispers and pitying glances followed me. I walked out, and no one, especially not Liam, even noticed I was gone. I had become Eleanor Hayes, the wife of a genius, but I had lost Eleanor Vance, the architect, the person I was supposed to be. My decision was made: I needed to be free. Yet, when I presented Liam with the divorce papers, expecting relief, he refused to sign. He looked at me with raw, pure panic, not love or affection, but the desperate fear of losing his unpaid, live-in assistant, his "system." My anger snapped, but even as he violently punched a wall, breaking his hand, my conditioned reflex was to care for him. The final, brutal blow came later when I saw him treat Olivia's tiny paper cut with more care and tenderness than he had ever shown my own shattered heart. That was it. The last chord of hope, the final flicker of duty, snapped. No longer would I be his punching bag; no longer would I be invisible. I packed the single, worn suitcase I had arrived with three years ago. I was leaving, and this time, I wasn't coming back.”
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