Too Late For Regret, Mr. Sterling

Chapter 6

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“For three years, I played the perfect, invisible wife to the wealthy Heathcliff Sterling, giving up my entire life to earn his love. Until our third anniversary, when I followed a secret GPS tracker to a luxury hotel suite, only to find him with my sister, Georgiana. When I rushed home to my parents in shock, they looked at me with nothing but cold annoyance. "The marriage arrangement was originally for Georgiana," my stepfather sneered. My mother chimed in smoothly, "She didn't want to give up her ballet career, so she let you take her place. You should be thanking her." It turned out my entire marriage was a transaction, and I was just a pathetic, unloved placeholder. When I finally confronted Heathcliff and demanded a divorce, he pinned me against the wall, mocking my family's reliance on his wealth and treating me like a disposable toy. Later, when I showed up at his exclusive club completely transformed, he violently dragged me out in front of everyone, while Georgiana rushed over to play the fragile, innocent victim. His friends laughed at me, mocking my lack of a college degree and praising my sister's natural elegance. I had spent years serving a man who never even consummated our marriage because he was saving himself for my sister. Why did I ever think I could win their affection by being subservient? Looking at their smug, judgmental faces, the last trace of my timid self completely died. I handed him divorce papers citing "Erectile Dysfunction", maxed out his Centurion card on a revenge shopping spree, and smiled coldly at his mocking friends. "You're right," I said without a hint of shame. "I haven't been to school since I was sixteen."”