Doted by My Billionaire Husband

Abandoned Ex-Wife: Now Untouchable

Tao Yaoyao

My five-year-old daughter was dying in the ICU, her heartbeat replaced by the continuous, electronic scream of a flatline. I gripped her cold hand, my throat sealed shut by a terror so absolute I couldn't even cry out. I dialed my husband Grayson's private number, the one reserved only for me and his assistants. He declined the call instantly. A second later, a text buzzed against my palm: "In a meeting. Do not disturb. Stop calling." Five miles away, Grayson was at a luxury gala, adjusting his silk tie and laughing with Belle Escobar. He told her I was just being "dramatic" and using our daughter's "fever" as an excuse to avoid the event. He had no idea Effie's heart had already stopped. When I finally reached our penthouse, soaked from the rain and carrying Effie's small socks in a plastic bag, Grayson didn't even look at me. He snapped at me for ruining the hardwood floors and asked if I'd left Effie with the nanny just to "feel sorry for myself." Three days later, while I buried our daughter in a small, lonely ceremony, Grayson was at the Hamptons. Belle posted a photo of him golfing with the caption: "A mental health day with the boys." He didn't even attend the funeral, but he returned home demanding I clear out Effie's room to make a study for Belle's son. The injustice burned through me until there was nothing left. I swallowed a handful of sleeping pills, desperate to join my daughter. But instead of the darkness, I woke up to blinding lights and the scent of Grayson's expensive cologne. I was standing in a ballroom, wearing a blue silk dress I had already burned. Above me, a banner read: "Happy 5th Birthday Kaiden & Effie." I was back, exactly one year before the tragedy. This time, I wasn't going to be the grieving wife. I was going to be their worst nightmare.

Modern Parenting Ex-wife Drama

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"One year. No love and no questions. Do you agree, Ms. Sinclair?"

His voice was sharp, cold like the steel in his office walls.

Ava Sinclair swallowed hard, her fingers trembling as she stared at the papers in front of her. A contract marriage. And across the table sat Damien Thorne, billionaire CEO of Thorne Enterprises. A ruthless,heartless and dangerous man every woman in New York whispered about.

She was just a secretary. He was her boss.

This wasn't love. It wasn't even lust. This was a deal.Her brother was dying and Damien knew it.

"I just... I don't understand why me," Ava said softly, trying to keep her voice steady. "You could have anyone."

His gaze didn't flicker. "Exactly. I want someone no one will miss."

Her heart broke in places she didn't know existed on hearing his response.

That's what she was to him.A nobody,just a pawn.

Ava looked down at the contract again. A cold wave of nausea rolled through her.

It states- One year of marriage.No touching.No public affection.

No emotional expectations.Compensation: $1.2 million.

"This money... it'll pay for Levi's surgery?" she whispered, her throat tightening.

Damien's eyes didn't waver. "In full. But only if you marry me today."

She clenched her fists. Her little brother, Levi, was all she had left. She couldn't lose him.She has no other choice left for her.

She looked at Damien again. His face was unreadable. Handsome, yes. But Cold like a statue carved from ice.

"Fine," she whispered. "I'll marry you."

He leaned forward, passed her a pen.

"Then sign."

And with one signature, Ava Sinclair gave herself away not just her name but her freedom and her heart.

The wedding happened hours later in a private office. No flowers. No music. Just a judge, two signatures, and silence.Damien didn't even taje a glance at her as they exchanged vows.

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Later that night, Ava stood alone in the massive guest room of his penthouse.

She wasn't even allowed to sleep in the same room as her husband on her own wedding night.She was alone.She sat on the bed, staring at the untouched gown she wore. Her hands were still shaking. Her eyes swollen from holding back tears.

How did my life become this?

A knock came at the door.She jumped.To her surprise,It was Damien.Still in his suit and still emotionless.

"There are rules," he said bluntly. "I don't want surprises. You don't speak to the media. You don't embarrass me in public. You don't enter my room without permission."

Ava nodded slowly, every word sinking like a blade into her chest.

"And one more thing," he added, stepping closer. "You're nothing more than my business partner. Don't start thinking you're anything else."

Ava bit her lip. "I wasn't planning to."

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