The Road of A Unwanted Wife To Her True Home

t for the whole world to see. Paparazzi photos, grainy but unmistakable. Ethan Carter, my husband of three years and the formidable head of Carter Industries, w

ancée, Isabella, and the

like a per

my phone, my fingers flying across the screen

ulating online," I said, my voice stea

, Ms. H

the page, then another. Nothing. All links led to a 404 error. Within t

would never allow a scandal to tarnish the carefully constructed alliance between C

way, followed by the faint echo of laughter. I walked over to the fl

father, his hand wrapped around a small boy' s, his face softened with a tenderness I had rarely, if ever, witnesse

ore we were married, a sterile fact laid out as part of our prenuptial negoti

o go in like this?" I heard Isabella' s s

lked to the front door and opened i

tence. I fixed my gaze on her,

o," I stated, my voice devoid of warmth. "But

red, and she immediately lowered her head,

s just that it' s Children' s

oy, Leo, broke free from his father' s grasp. He rushed f

ut, tears welling in his

g myself to scold a three-year-old child. I just stared dow

as no impatience in it, no real anger. It was the gen

ly shielding the boy. He, Isabella, and Leo. A makeshift famil

the situation was

g myself and rebuilding the in

boardroom. "You know our marriage isn' t just about yo

mmediately tried to interject

rter, we

re. "When I' m speaking to Ethan Cart

warning received

to pick up his startled son. He cradled the boy

aparazzi. There won' t be any impact." His voice was cold, t

orld of cost-benefit analysis, my feelings didn' t even register as

smug, triumphant light in her eyes

o notice. Or maybe h

re tonight. Please ask the house

ice. "And her?" I asked, nodding toward

, his expression unreadable. Then he an

also stay

he sole heir to the Hayes Tech empire, had trained me to never ac

from the guest room downstairs. I could hear Ethan' s deep baritone, I

vast, empty master bedroom. The silence in my room was a stark c

y chest drove me downstairs. I needed a glass of ice water, some

the glass cool against my palm, a

. Car

once hesitant and timid, w

As long as Leo is around, Ethan a

countertop and turned to face her, my height givi

So

her off. Her triumphant expression faltered for

perate lover starting up again. "When we broke up, it was only bec

g on my finger, the ring that symbolized the matriarch of the Carter family

oice made her face pale,

ed to leave. I had no more

to a harsh whisper. She moved closer, invading my space. "W

ar of her silk nightgown, revealing a stark, angry-r

des, my nails digging into my palms. Bu

id, my voice bored. "How l

ding in the dark kitchen, her f

acking. My hand unconsciously went to the jade ring, the cold stone a heavy weigh

fter three years of living under the same roof, sharing a life, I had developed feelings for him

ccumulated, p

is di

re out, Ethan Carter.