Shattered Vows: The Unwanted Wife's Escape

I played the perfect, obedient trophy wife to billionaire Haiden Moran for three years.

But the Monday after his grandfather's funeral, he coldly handed me divorce papers.

He offered a massive payout, calling our marriage a "buyout of my time." I was never his wife, just a prop to secure his inheritance.

That night, after a chaotic run-in at a club, he dragged me back to our penthouse. In a desperate, drug-fueled haze, we crossed the line.

But when I woke up the next morning, covered in marks, his side of the bed was completely cold. He had snuck out like a thief.

Seeking a final sliver of closure, I called his private number.

A breathless, feminine voice answered instead.

"Mr. Moran left his phone here. Oh, and I have his fresh shirt ironed and ready."

My blood ran cold. He had left my bed and gone straight to another woman. My three years of devotion meant absolutely nothing.

I permanently blocked his number, severed all our joint accounts, and booked a one-way first-class ticket to Maui to disappear forever.

But just as the plane doors were about to close, a man walked down the aisle and casually sat in the seat right next to mine.

It was Haiden.