Ninety Days To Break Your Heart

Author: Xing Jiayi

Chapter 1 No.1

Word Count: 903 | Released on: 06/01/2026

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the only light in the master bedroom, b

rp, rhythmic cry pierced the sil

, a violent bird trapped in a cage. Her hand instinctively sw

d, undist

ch. She swallowed the bitter taste of it, pushing back the duvet. Her bare fe

of a forest. Mia glanced anxiously at the second crib. Thankfully, Maya was still sound asleep

ng up in distress. She rocked him, humming a low, shapeless

he hea

private elevat

ned around the baby, a protecti

even, lacking their usual confident cade

the nursery, shielded by t

s tie with a jerky, frustrated motion, pulling it free and tossing it onto t

e smell that

n stepped fully inside. The sharp, peat-smoke scent of expensive Scotch. And beneath it, clinging

violently. She felt bi

ay. There was no warmth in his eyes. No guilt. Only a flicker of ann

tired," he said. His voice was ro

pered, though she didn't know why she was whispering. Maybe she didn't want to wake the realit

ive huff. He turned his back t

e muttered, loud enough for her to

tarted running, a loud hiss of water meant t

anket around him with lingering fingers. Her hands were trem

n the nightstand where he'd carelessly discarded it. The scree

ss of water she kept there. As she reached for th

e notif

der

ght, William. I don't know

ink. She felt her blood turning to slu

t of cedar soap-his scent. William walked out with a towel wrap

e phone. He didn't flinch. He walked over, pi

yr, Mia," he said, climbing i

said, gesturing to the pile of clothes

orting a friend who was having a breakdown. Not that you

repeated. The wo

to s

darkness. He rolled onto his side, putting his

a few inches, but it felt like an ocean. She stared at the ceiling, her finge

g to her husband's breathing even out, something inside her finally snapped. It wasn'

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“I thought I was living the dream as the wife of a billionaire, until my husband came home at 2 A.M. reeking of expensive Scotch and "Midnight Rose"-the signature perfume of his ex-lover, Lucinda. While I spent my nights alone in the nursery with our sick twins, William was out in the city, making it clear to everyone that our marriage was nothing more than a cold, calculated business merger. When I finally confronted him with the evidence of his infidelity, he didn't offer an apology. He simply looked at me with disgust and told me I was a "liability" who should stay home and play the part of the perfect mother while he lived his real life with someone else. The humiliation reached its peak at the hospital when his grandfather suffered a massive heart attack. William showed up with Lucinda on his arm, comforting her in front of the entire Sterling clan while his mother publicly mocked me for being a useless gold-digger. Even after William tried to force himself on me in a drunken rage the night before, he had the audacity to treat his mistress like the grieving wife while I was pushed into the shadows. I felt something inside me finally snap. The man I loved had turned into a monster who saw me as an acquisition rather than a human being. I was ready to sign the divorce papers and disappear with nothing but my pride, just to escape the suffocating weight of his indifference. But then, the dying patriarch called me to his bedside and handed me a sword: five percent of the company's voting shares and a three-month ultimatum. I'm not running away anymore. I've decided to stay for ninety days, but not to save a dead marriage. I'm staying to become the one thing William Sterling never saw coming-his most dangerous nightmare.”