Married to the unconscious CEO

Cheated On Me? I Married a Tycoon

Rum Runner

I spent three years building my husband, Axel Farrell, into Silicon Valley's ultimate "family man." As his lead PR strategist, I carefully managed his public image, making sure the world saw him as a perfect, devoted husband while I worked in the shadows of our estate. The illusion shattered when he came home one night smelling of sandalwood and roses, with three deep fingernail scratches carved into his back. When I tried to check his phone, the passcode we had used for years-our wedding anniversary-had been changed. The betrayal got worse the next morning when his mother called me a "defective product" and tried to force me into a fertility clinic. Axel didn't defend me; instead, he shoved me against a marble bar at a public gala to protect his mistress in front of the world's elite. By the time I tried to leave, Axel had frozen my bank accounts and filed a forged legal petition to have me declared mentally incompetent. He planned to have me legally kidnapped and locked in a private psychiatric ward just to stop me from filing for divorce. He even blocked every major law firm in the city from taking my case, leaving me with no money, no identity, and no one to turn to. I couldn't understand how the man who "saved" me from the mud years ago could be the same monster now trying to legally erase my existence. Was our entire marriage just a grooming process to exploit my genius for his billion-dollar empire? As the deadline for my forced commitment approached, I stopped crying and opened my laptop. I leaked the video of his affair to every tech journalist in the country, watching his stock price crash in real-time. "Axel thinks starving me out will make me crawl back to him," I whispered as I walked into the headquarters of his biggest rival. "But he forgot that the most valuable part of his company is in my head." I was no longer the abandoned wife; I was the one who was going to take his throne and burn it to the ground.

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"Are you signing or not?" The deep voice of her CEO brought her out of her thoughts. She only came here to ask for financial aid to foot her mother's medical expenses. Jay Henryson offered to help her but on a condition!

"How do you expect me to sign this marriage contract? You are my boss for Christ's sake." She burst out

"You will be doing us a favor by consenting to this. My parents have been on my neck for so long to get married. I just can't take it anymore. You can help me out while I take care of your mom's statements."

He said with a cold stare.

He has been her boss for two years and has always held a reputation for being cold and very stern. She only managed to survive under him as an employee just because of her mother's medical plight which demands a lot of cash. And here she is, about to act as a wife to someone of his caliber till God knows when.

With tears in her eyes, she signed the papers lying in front of her. She reached out for her bag and started walking towards the door.

"I will see you later, "Jay added. She reached for the doorknob without looking back at him. Her beeping ringtone brought her back to life.

She dug her hand deep into her bag to fetch her phone.

"Hello, Miss Avery, your presence is needed at the hospital right now!"

Avery's heart started beating so fast. What happened to her mom? She turned slowly to Jay with teary eyes.

"Mom..." the rest of the words got buried down her throat as she rushed out yelling for a taxi.

"Roman View General Hospital. Please drive very fast. It's an emergency!." She yelled at the driver before flinging the car door. As she sat down, she could do nothing but pray for her mother's safety.

Upon reaching the hospital, she caught a glimpse of a familiar figure having a conversation with a group of medical practitioners. Her heart skipped a bit.

Avery walked toward them. As she got closer, she stopped in her tracks. Her instinct has never been wrong. It was none other than the devil himself, Jay Henryson.

As soon as the Doctors saw her, one called out to her.

"Miss Avery, what kept you this long? Your mother's case was an emergency."

"I'm sorry for coming late. I was caught up in traffic and my chauffeur didn't help matters." She managed to say with her gaze still on Jay

"Well, you know your mother's condition and we all are trying our best to adhere to her treatment. Luckily, your husband got here in time to cover her expenses and made an appointment for her to be flown to the best medical center in New York City for treatment," he added.

Jay could see the shock written on Avery's face and a very satisfying cold smirk broke down the corners of his lips.

As she stood there pondering, a baritone voice brought her back to her connotations. "Go meet your mom," he said coldly as ever and walked away. Avery watched him with a surprise written all over her face.

She opened the door to her mother's ward.

Slowly she walked in and sat by her mother.

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