Gray Matter
Gray Matter's Book(1)
The Maxwell Secret
Modern My three-year marriage to Ethan Vanderbilt, New York's golden heir, was a carefully managed illusion of high-society perfection.
Publicly, we were the power couple; privately, our Park Avenue apartment echoed with cold silence.
I had clung to the belief that, unlike other men in our rarefied circle, Ethan was at least impeccably discreet.
That fragile peace shattered when I found an AmEx receipt from a Hamptons hotel I'd never visited.
A quick call confirmed "Mr. and Mrs. Vanderbilt" had enjoyed a romantic weekend there.
I, however, was not that Mrs. Vanderbilt.
The betrayal felt like a cold knife twisting in my gut.
Days later, the situation escalated horrifically when his college-aged mistress, Chloe, stormed my home with her screaming friends.
She publicly denounced me as an "old, barren hag," claiming Ethan was leaving me for her, right before they physically assaulted me.
When Ethan finally arrived, he didn't shield me; he shielded *her*, his little plaything.
He actually told me Chloe was "just a kid" and that I, being "older," should "know better" than to cause a scene.
To add insult to profound injury, he later casually mentioned he wouldn't even care if I sought my own "diversions."
His blatant dismissal of my assault, my dignity, his casual cruelty, was more painful than the affair itself.
He'd give me permission to cheat after allowing his mistress to attack me in my own home?
Our entire marriage felt like a sick, twisted joke.
That night, a text message illuminated my phone's screen: "Thinking of you. - N."
It was Noah, the handsome, kind-eyed stranger from my own impulsive night of rebellion just after I first discovered Ethan's betrayal.
Ethan's careless, cold words – "I wouldn't even care" – echoed in the sudden quiet of my mind.
A reckless, defiant spark ignited deep within my bruised soul.
"My place. One hour," I typed back, my fingers trembling slightly.
My silent suffering, my role as the perfect, accommodating Vanderbilt wife, was officially over. You might like
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