Ninety Days To Break Your Heart

I thought I was living the dream as the wife of a billionaire, until my husband came home at 2 A.M. reeking of expensive Scotch and "Midnight Rose"—the signature perfume of his ex-lover, Lucinda. While I spent my nights alone in the nursery with our sick twins, William was out in the city, making it clear to everyone that our marriage was nothing more than a cold, calculated business merger. When I finally confronted him with the evidence of his infidelity, he didn’t offer an apology. He simply looked at me with disgust and told me I was a "liability" who should stay home and play the part of the perfect mother while he lived his real life with someone else. The humiliation reached its peak at the hospital when his grandfather suffered a massive heart attack. William showed up with Lucinda on his arm, comforting her in front of the entire Sterling clan while his mother publicly mocked me for being a useless gold-digger. Even after William tried to force himself on me in a drunken rage the night before, he had the audacity to treat his mistress like the grieving wife while I was pushed into the shadows. I felt something inside me finally snap. The man I loved had turned into a monster who saw me as an acquisition rather than a human being. I was ready to sign the divorce papers and disappear with nothing but my pride, just to escape the suffocating weight of his indifference. But then, the dying patriarch called me to his bedside and handed me a sword: five percent of the company’s voting shares and a three-month ultimatum. I’m not running away anymore. I’ve decided to stay for ninety days, but not to save a dead marriage. I’m staying to become the one thing William Sterling never saw coming—his most dangerous nightmare.

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William froze. His hand hovered over her exposed skin, trembling.

The name hung in the air, more powerful than a physical blow. His hand, which was gripping her waist, went slack. His breathing was ragged, harsh in the quiet room.

He pulled back, looking down at her.

Mia lay on the sofa, her blouse torn open, her skin marked with red welts from his grip. Her eyes were wide, dry, and completely empty. There was no anger in them anymore. Just a terrifying, abyssal nothingness.

Horror crashed into William. It was a physical nausea. He scrambled back, stumbling over the coffee table, putting distance between them as if she were on fire. He looked at his own hands, seeing them as foreign, monstrous things.

"Mia, I-" His voice cracked. He reached a hand out, trembling.

Mia didn't flinch. She didn't move to cover herself. She just stared at the ceiling.

William looked at his own hands, revulsion twisting his features. He turned and fled. The door to the master bedroom slammed shut, the lock clicking-a futile gesture against the monster that was already inside with him.

Mia lay there for a long time. Then, slowly, painfully, she sat up. She gathered the edges of her ruined shirt.

She walked to the guest room. She locked the door. She went into the shower and turned the water as hot as she could stand. She scrubbed her skin until it was raw, red and stinging, but she couldn't wash away the sensation of being owned. Of being a thing. She applied a thick layer of concealer to the bruise forming on her lip, masking the physical evidence, though the internal damage remained untouched.

Morning came too soon.

Mia woke up in the guest bed. Her body ached. Her soul felt bruised.

She dressed in a black turtleneck, the high collar hiding the marks on her neck. She walked out into the hallway.

William was there. He was standing by the console table, staring at his phone, but he wasn't looking at the screen. He looked pale.

He looked up when he heard her. His eyes dropped to her neck, to the high collar. He flinched.

"Mia," he started. His voice was low, laced with something that sounded like shame. "Last night... I was drunk. I didn't..."

"Nothing happened last night," Mia cut him off. Her voice was glass-smooth, cold, sharp.

She walked past him. She didn't look at him.

"The papers are on the floor, William. Sign them."

"Mia, please, we need to discuss-"

"There is no 'we'. There is just a contract." She stopped and turned her head slightly, offering him her profile. "You were right. It's just business. So let's conclude the transaction."

She walked into the nursery and closed the door.

William stood in the hallway, alone. He looked at his hands, then clenched them into fists until his knuckles turned white.

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8.9

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Reborn Heiress: My Family's Bitter Karma

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