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The Invisible Wife's Billionaire Revenge

Chapter 6 No.6

Word Count: 731 | Released on: 05/12/2025

la-the MET Gala-was not optional.

g-sleeved, with an open back that revealed the sharp ridge of her spine. It was stu

a tuxedo, but his eyes were

d carpet together.

erbilt! L

Who are yo

small of her back for the photo

erena a

g, chiffon Grecian number that looked dangerously like a

d from Catherine's back

therine spent most of it sitting at the table, sippin

the three of them ended up at

car," Sebastian of

e elevator," he instru

e, and Serena. The atmosphere was suffocating. The scent of Sere

. The elevator b

jolt sho

flickered

kness swal

there was ab

erena s

breathe!" Her voice was

tly. Catherine heard t

m here. I'v

wall. The darkness pressed in on her. He

ed in a closet by a cruel nanny for hours. Sebastian didn't k

therine whisper

shed his arm

d past h

e, Catherine!" he barked, his voi

Catherine heard him gathe

st breathe. Count to te

dly she dropped it. She fell to her knees, groping on the

d on the

t through t

Serena was straddling his lap, clinging to his lapels, her face buried in

e light. He saw Ca

ked an

e ordered. "Sh

button. She pressed it. Nothing. S

Sebastian commanded. "Focus, S

Serena sobbed, clu

t. I pr

inst the cold metal wall.

her woman. She watched him be the

k, just outside th

ealized. He doesn't know because

tting on the floor too, but on

ng love to Serena. Catherine silent, invisible, holding t

returned. The overhe

tor began

ened on the

irefighters

weeping woman in white, and a woman in blue standing alone in the corner

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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.”