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The Invisible Wife's Silent Sacrifice

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 791    |    Released on: 27/04/2026

with a soft, expensive friction

sliced into the dim, shadowy interior of the priv

ils contract

ng embrace. Cooper had her pinned against the backrest, his hand firm

e door handle b

uptly. She scrambled backward, puttin

ng the collar of her silk blouse and smo

nd, tears pooled in her large eyes, making them

trembling with a perfectly executed sob

r flushed cheek. She grabbed her Birkin bag from the floor,

ing woman's expression shifted. Where Cooper couldn't se

leaving the door wi

gernails digging so deeply into her palms that the skin threatened to brea

oad shoulders blocking the dim light. He reached up, his long

at Claire, his dark eyes were d

g legs closed the distance bet

s on the carpet sounded like a pen

rom his body and the smell of Kendall's expensive perfume on hi

fingers gripped Claire's chin firmly

her jaw, but sh

streaked face. Pure, unadulterate

low, vibrating hum of malice in his chest. "Fo

t she refused to meet his eyes. Instead,

the steady, powerful rise and fall of his chest c

t was beating perfectl

slipped past Claire's lips. The tension in

sion of relief triggered

pulled a crisp white linen handkerchief from his pocket

s marriage is nothing but a transaction my grandfather forced down my thr

taste of blood in her mouth. S

" she said, her voice completely flat, devo

rous shade of purple. The mention of his medical condition-

rchief he had just used

Claire's face. The linen hit h

ning," Cooper said, his voice dropping to a dead

oulder hitting hers hard e

room. Through the open door, the faint sounds of Co

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The Invisible Wife’s Silent Sacrifice
The Invisible Wife's Silent Sacrifice
“Claire spent every waking moment protecting the transplanted heart beating inside her billionaire husband, Cooper. Though his grandfather forced their marriage, she loved him enough to endure his endless coldness. When she received a frantic text saying Cooper was in a fatal car wreck, she ran through a freezing storm to save him. But she pushed open the VIP club doors only to find no doctors. Instead, Cooper was making out with his mistress, Kendall, while his wealthy friends erupted into malicious laughter at Claire's soaked, panicked state. It was all a cruel prank. To force a divorce, Cooper treated her like garbage. He threw the custom meals she secretly cooked for his failing liver into the trash, giving Kendall the credit. When Claire begged him to stop drinking hard liquor for the sake of his fragile heart, he made a sickening demand. "Go kiss that waiter on the mouth right now, and I won't touch another drop." To keep him alive, Claire swallowed her pride and kissed the terrified boy while cameras flashed. But her total degradation didn't earn his mercy. Cooper called her a sickening gold digger and walked out with his mistress, leaving Claire to the wolves. His best friend poured a sticky martini over her head, tore the strap of her dress, and raised a massive fist to smash her face. She had sacrificed her soul to keep his heart beating, only to be destroyed by it. Just as the fist swung down, the heavy oak door was kicked off its hinges. Cooper stood in the doorway, his eyes burning with a terrifying, primal fury. He had only returned for a forgotten phone, but seeing another man's hands on his legal wife ignited a possessive rage that was about to burn the entire room down.”