Taming My Silent Billionaire Contract Husband

“I transmigrated into a novel as the cannon-fodder wife of Garrison Harvey, an ice-cold Wall Street billionaire. According to the original plot, my fake best friend Adelaide was sitting across from me right now, secretly recording me complaining about my suffocating marriage. That single audio clip breached my strict prenuptial agreement. Because of it, I was thrown out of the penthouse with absolutely nothing. I can still feel the freezing rain hitting my face and the rough concrete scraping my knees. I remember Garrison handing me the divorce papers without a single word or a second glance. And I remember Adelaide standing in the warm luxury lobby, smiling her perfectly contoured smile as she watched me freeze on the streets. Until my last breath, my lungs burned with bitter injustice. Why did I let a fake friend manipulate me into giving up my wealth? Why did I expect romance from a mute, robotic CEO instead of just taking the money? Blinking hard, the blurry cafe sharpened into focus. I was back. Adelaide was leaning forward, her phone face-down with the red recording timer running, coaxing me to vent about my husband. Instead of falling into her trap, I stretched my lips into a flawless, sickeningly sweet smile. "Torture?" I said loudly, making sure the microphone caught every word. "I have absolutely nothing to complain about. Garrison is the most perfect husband in all of New York." This time, I'm treating my icy contract husband like my ultimate VIP client, and that massive trust fund will be mine.”