The Invisible Wife's Billionaire Revenge

Chapter 5 No.5

Word Count: 789 | Released on: 05/12/2025

n Sebastian finally came h

ne of the white armchairs, staring out at the

hallway and the scent of him. He walked in, tossing his

s blinding. Catherine bl

ne irritable. He looked tired, but it was a satisfied kind

ove. "Why does she

the bar, loosening his tie. "

ine. Half of New York owns one. It's a stat

ary," Catherine said, her voice low. "You gave it to her

said, shrugging. "My assistan

se report to you?" Catherine asked

ss down on the counter. L

ed, turning to face her. "You're

tian. She is working in your offi

Do you understand that? Her father died bankrupt. She has no fa

ng in the air

him. So that was i

ll herself?" Cat

e and responsibility. "Because I chose to marry you. I bro

ng. You have the house. You have the status. You h

d, though it sounded more like a command. "S

legs felt weak. The unfa

am. My body is failing me. I am sca

y was the reason he prioritized her. If Catherine told him she was sick, she would jus

n too," sh

was already looking at his p

nnounced. "I have an early flight tomo

houlder brushing against

back of the sofa to st

the empty room. She let out a laugh

ck of the apartment. It was her sanctuary

nstead, opening the digital sketching app. She began to draw furiously, the stylus scratching against the glass. She didn'

. As she worked, the files automatically synced to the private fam

buzzed on

. A text from an

to. Grainy, old, scanned fr

college party. Sebastian was looking at Serena with an expressi

photo was

oked at you

at the screen unt

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“My world crumbled the day I held my death sentence in my hands. My husband, Sebastian, thought I was strong, a socialite wife who had "everything." He didn't know my body was already betraying me, just like he was. At twenty-five, I was Catherine Vanderbilt, wife to a Manhattan titan, but my body was quietly giving up. A doctor's report confirmed it: critical kidney failure, a terrifying secret whispering through my veins. My marriage, a fragile dance of silence, felt like it was balanced on a knife's edge. When I tried to talk about starting a family, Sebastian dismissed me as greedy, comparing me to his "fragile" ex-girlfriend, Serena. Then, on our anniversary, a panicked call from Serena sent him rushing out, leaving me alone with my pain and the terrifying truth of my failing health. He didn't come home, returning only to give me a diamond bracelet – a golden shackle. He made me sign an NDA, legally binding me to silence as he hired Serena, bringing her into our company. I found them in his office, Serena wearing an identical bracelet, openly flaunting our shared humiliation. During an elevator breakdown, he comforted her panic attack, ignoring my own terror. Later, Serena "accidentally" scalded my hand, and Sebastian rushed to her side, leaving me burned, invisible, and alone. I was dying, yet he saw me as strong, while his ex, whose life he'd "broken," received all his care. How could he be so blind? How could I be so utterly dispensable? After a fleeting night of intimacy, Serena's feigned suicide threat lured him away again. The next morning, my world crashed completely: my entire fashion collection, my soul's work, was stolen and leaked by Serena, using Sebastian's company cloud. As the betrayal hit, a sharp pain tore through my back, blood trickled from my nose, and I collapsed, utterly broken, while my stolen designs blazed across the screens.”