Marital Chains and Liberation

Our marriage was a battlefield, and the whole city had front-row seats.

For five years, Chloe Davis and Mark Stone were New York City' s most famous train wreck, a story of pure animosity that sold magazines and fueled gossip columns.

They said we hated each other. They were right.

I had married Mark on my twenty-second birthday, a calculated decision, fueled by a decade-long desire for revenge. He was my older brother Liam' s biggest rival, a man who represented everything my family stood against. But he had Ethan' s eyes. That was enough for me back then.

On our wedding night, instead of consummating our marriage, I set the penthouse on fire. That set the tone for the next five years.

I paraded college students to charity auctions, smashed priceless vases, and weaponized his own humiliating betrayal against him in front of his board.

Each calculated move, each public spectacle, was designed for one purpose: to push Mark Stone to his breaking point, to make him the one to initiate our divorce and set me free.

And it worked.

He finally served me the papers, citing his new love, Bella, as the reason.

But then, the carefully constructed walls between us crumbled into something raw and ugly.