He Loved Her, Not His Wife

Dolores

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For five years, I was the ghost in my billionaire husband's mansion. I accepted his coldness, believing the ruthless tech mogul was simply incapable of love. That lie shattered when I saw him abandon a ten-billion-dollar merger to kneel on a dirty police station floor and tie his mistress's shoelace. His cruelty escalated. He had me dragged from a surgical table to cook for her. He let her destroy my life's work, then held me down as she sliced my hands with the broken marble. To appease her, he forced me to pick up broken glass from a pool with my bare hands, my blood clouding the water as the party guests watched in silence. He wasn't incapable of love. He was just incapable of loving me. But in her final act of humiliation, his mistress made a fatal mistake. Thinking she was signing a document to get rid of me, she used his legally binding personal seal and stamped our divorce papers. She thought she was ending me; instead, she set me free.

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Chapter 21

01-06 22:05

Chapter 1

For five years, I was the ghost in my billionaire husband's mansion. I accepted his coldness, believing the ruthless tech mogul was simply incapable of love.

That lie shattered when I saw him abandon a ten-billion-dollar merger to kneel on a dirty police station floor and tie his mistress's shoelace.

His cruelty escalated. He had me dragged from a surgical table to cook for her. He let her destroy my life's work, then held me down as she sliced my hands with the broken marble.

To appease her, he forced me to pick up broken glass from a pool with my bare hands, my blood clouding the water as the party guests watched in silence.

He wasn't incapable of love. He was just incapable of loving me.

But in her final act of humiliation, his mistress made a fatal mistake. Thinking she was signing a document to get rid of me, she used his legally binding personal seal and stamped our divorce papers. She thought she was ending me; instead, she set me free.

Chapter 1

Aniya POV:

For five years, I was the ghost in Donnie Winters' s mansion, a wife in name only. I told myself his coldness was just his nature, a side effect of the ruthless genius that built the Winters Corp empire from nothing. I believed he was simply incapable of love.

Until Bella Adkins.

Until I saw him abandon a ten-billion-dollar merger meeting-something he wouldn' t have done if the world was ending-just to kneel on the dirty floor of a police station and tie the shoelace of a pouting, spoiled influencer.

That was the moment the lie I had built my life around shattered into a million pieces.

The neglect was a constant, a low hum of loneliness that had become the soundtrack to my marriage. It was a marriage of convenience, after all, a strategic alliance between the old-money prestige of my family, the Grays, and the new-money power of Donnie Winters. I knew the terms. I just foolishly thought I could change them.

He missed our anniversaries, every single one. The first year, I waited in the dress I' d worn at our wedding, the Michelin-star dinner growing cold on the table, until his assistant called at midnight. "Mr. Winters has an urgent board meeting in Hong Kong. He sends his apologies."

The second year, it was a server issue in Europe. The third, a hostile takeover bid. By the fourth, I didn' t even bother. I just opened a bottle of wine and watched the city lights from the vast, empty living room, the silence of the house so loud it was deafening.

There were other things, small cuts that accumulated over time. My architectural design showcase, the culmination of my university degree and the last spark of my own ambition, was on the same night as a tech conference in Seoul. He didn' t even hesitate.

When my father had a heart attack, I called him, my voice trembling, pleading with him to come to the hospital. He was in the middle of a quarterly earnings call. "Aniya," his voice was flat, devoid of any emotion, "the market is volatile. I' ll send my best doctor. Don' t be dramatic."

He didn' t understand. I didn' t want his doctor. I wanted my husband.

But to Donnie, everything was a transaction. Emotions were inefficiencies. Love was a variable he couldn' t quantify, so he ignored it. I accepted this. I made my peace with it. I told myself that his coldness wasn' t personal. He was like this with everyone. A machine built for profit, not for affection.

It was a fragile, pathetic comfort, but it was all I had.

Then the rumors started. Whispers at charity galas, pitying looks from other wives. They spoke of a social media influencer, Bella Adkins, a girl barely out of her teens with a million followers and a manufactured cutesy persona. They said Donnie was obsessed with her.

I laughed it off. Donnie? Obsessed? The man who checked stock prices during his own wedding vows? Impossible.

But the evidence became undeniable.

His executive team was in chaos because he' d abruptly canceled a trip to secure a multi-billion dollar semiconductor deal in Taiwan. The reason? Bella had posted a tearful video complaining that she missed him.

His schedule, once as rigid and unforgiving as a military operation, was now filled with gaping holes. He would disappear for entire afternoons because Bella wanted to go shopping or adopt a kitten.

Once, his assistant, looking deeply uncomfortable, told me that Bella had accidentally spilled a smoothie on a hundred-million-dollar server prototype in his lab, and Donnie had just laughed, ruffled her hair, and ordered his engineers to build a new one.

It didn' t make sense. This wasn' t the Donnie I knew. The Donnie I knew would have financially ruined someone for scuffing his shoes.

I couldn't reconcile the man in these stories with the stone-cold husband I shared a roof with. The dissonance was so jarring, it made my head spin. I had to know.

I hired a private investigator, using the last of my personal funds. It was a pathetic, desperate move, but I couldn' t live with the uncertainty. The investigation was surprisingly difficult. Donnie' s security was legendary. All the P.I. could find were heavily censored public appearances and a name: Bella Adkins.

Then, one evening, an encrypted email arrived. No subject, no text. Just a single attachment.

It was a photograph.

Donnie and Bella were on a yacht. He was laughing, a real, unguarded laugh I hadn't seen in five years. His arm was wrapped protectively around her, and he was looking at her with an expression of such raw, undisguised adoration that it felt like a physical blow. It was a look he had never, not once, given me.

My phone slipped from my numb fingers and clattered to the floor. The world tilted on its axis, a wave of nausea washing over me. I stumbled out of the house, gasping for air, the image burned into my mind.

I don' t remember getting into my car. I don' t remember starting the engine. All I remember is the blinding glare of headlights and the horrifying screech of tires.

Then, darkness.

I woke up to the sterile smell of antiseptic and a dull, throbbing pain in my head. A private room. The best money could buy, of course.

Donnie wasn' t there.

Instead, his lead counsel, a man with a face like a clenched fist, stood at the foot of my bed.

"Mrs. Winters," he said, his voice as cold as his eyes. "A word of advice. Some things are best left uninvestigated. Mr. Winters values his privacy. This," he gestured vaguely to my bandaged head, "was a warning. The next one will be more... permanent."

The air left my lungs. A warning.

The accident... wasn' t an accident.

A cold dread, so profound it felt like hypothermia, seeped into my bones. He had tried to have me killed. Or at the very least, frightened into silence. All because I dared to look into his affair.

The man I had spent five years trying to love, the man whose icy heart I thought I could melt, had orchestrated my near-death experience.

The pain in my head was nothing compared to the agony that ripped through my chest. It felt like my heart was being torn out of my body.

I was still reeling from this horrific revelation when my phone, miraculously intact, rang. It was the police.

"Mrs. Winters? We have a Ms. Bella Adkins in custody for a public disturbance at the St. Regis. She' s demanding we call your husband, but he' s not answering. She listed you as an emergency contact."

I don' t know why I went. Maybe I wanted to see her, the woman he valued more than my life.

The police station was chaotic. I saw her immediately. Bella was in the middle of the room, mascara running down her cheeks, screaming at a weary-looking officer.

"Do you know who I am? Do you know who my boyfriend is? When Donnie gets here, he' s going to buy this whole precinct and turn it into a dog shelter!"

Just then, the doors slid open. A chill swept through the room, a sudden drop in temperature that had nothing to do with the air conditioning.

Donnie Winters had arrived.

He was flanked by his security team, his tall frame exuding an aura of absolute power that silenced the entire room. His sharp, glacial eyes scanned the area, completely ignoring me as if I were a piece of furniture. His gaze locked onto Bella.

"You can go now," he said to me, his voice a low growl of dismissal. He didn't even look at me.

Then, he walked past me, his expensive suit jacket brushing against my arm, and went straight to her. The transformation was instantaneous and sickening. The formidable CEO vanished, replaced by a doting, gentle man.

"Bella, what' s wrong?" he murmured, his voice softer than I had ever heard it. He cupped her face in his hands, his thumbs gently wiping away her tears.

The contrast was a bucket of ice water dumped over my head. He had never touched me with such tenderness. Never.

"Donnie!" Bella wailed, throwing herself into his arms. "They arrested me! And you didn' t answer my calls! Were you with another woman? I saw her! That ugly old woman who calls herself your wife was here!"

My breath hitched.

Donnie' s assistant, standing behind him, whispered urgently, "Mr. Winters, the merger call with Tokyo is in five minutes. We patched it through to your car-"

"Cancel it," Donnie snapped without looking away from Bella.

The assistant' s jaw dropped. "Sir? This is the ten-billion-dollar acquisition..."

"I said cancel it," Donnie repeated, his voice dangerously low. He turned his full attention back to Bella, his expression softening again. "My poor baby. I wasn' t with anyone. I would never be with anyone but you. You are my world, my everything."

Bella sniffled, pointing a trembling finger at the officer. "He was mean to me! And... and my shoe came untied when they pushed me!" She stuck out a foot clad in a ridiculously expensive limited-edition sneaker.

What happened next destroyed the last shred of my sanity.

In front of everyone-the police, his assistants, his lawyers, and me, his legal wife-Donnie Winters, the titan of the tech world, a man who commanded legions and moved markets with a single word, knelt down.

He knelt on the grimy floor of the police station.

With hands that signed deals worth more than small countries, he gently, painstakingly, tied her shoelace.

I stood there, invisible, watching the man I married debase himself for a pouting child. The humiliation was so profound, so absolute, it felt like it was happening to me.

My heart didn' t just break. It turned to dust.

I finally understood. He wasn't incapable of love.

He was just incapable of loving me.