From Broken Wife To Billionaire Power

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he rejection was a physical blow, a fresh bruise on my already battered soul. I stumbled, my injure

ried about you." She pouted, her perfectly manicured hand stroking the dog' s fluffy head

st as quickly, Princess tucked her tail and whimpered, burying her head into Barbie' s c

ison's upset Princes

is gaze was fixed on Barbie, on her feigned distress,

at did I tell you? You always manage to upset

ook at me. I was just in a car crash. I lost our baby. I'm bleeding." I ges

goodness! Allison, are you trying to get attention? You know how

tion of a second on the blood-soaked fabric. Then, his mouth

er. I braced myself, expecting a harsh word, a shove. Instead, he grabbed my arm, h

ded, his voice raw with fury. "Now. For upse

ess rose in my throat, a metallic taste. I could feel the burning resentment bubbling up, mixed

to pull my arm free. "Erik, how

el bad about Princess's little upset stomach!" She held up a small, exquisitely wrapped box. "And look what she did to this! I foun

he one he said was too expensive, too rare, for anyone but "his muse." He had gifte

my voice barely a thread. "

iffed, her eyes darting to Erik. "Y

"You will apologize. You will stop lying. And y

hat happened. I'm hurt. I need your help." I looked into his eyes, searching for a f

nexplicably soared. He was coming to

sending me sprawling backwards. The impact sent a fresh, searing agony throug

rted in a mask of fury. "Apologize to

e pain a blinding white hot fire. Through the h

n tunneled. The room spun. All I could feel was the burning in my stomac

ifying mask. "You will apologize for upsetting Princess, and u

had forgotten me. He had forgotten everything

asn't the man I loved, lost to stress or ambition. This was Erik. And he had always been this cruel, this selfish. I ha

eemed distant. A switch flipped inside me. I had given him everything. My life, my talents,

, Barbie. For upsetting Princess. And for everything." Each word w

tisfaction on his features. He didn't offer a hand to help me up. He didn't even look

emed to mock me, its brilliance highlighting the stark reality of my humiliation. My perception of realit

land of my mind. What if I could just... erase it all? Erase him

therapy. A last resort for those haunted by unsp

get Erik. Every