Divorcing My Superstar Husband: Watch Me Shine

Chapter 4

Word Count: 800 | Released on: 16/10/2026

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, I squeezed my eyes shut and forced my breathing to slow, pretending to be asle

side the bed. I could feel his gaze on me for a long, suffocating minute. I waited for

pulled my stiff body back against his chest. He rested his chin on the crown of my head, hi

ick game was this? Brutalize me to pro

sleep. In two years of marriage, aside from posing for photographer

and I stayed that way as the morning climbed toward noon. It was exhaustion-not peace-that f

ning eyes. Beckett was still fast asleep behind me, his heav

thick lashes casting dark shadows over his cheekbones,

h the pathetic illusion that we were a n

d. It was his phone. Carefully I slid

the screen

ingered evaporated. I silenced the ringer, tossed his phone b

stomach with a dull cramp. In the mirror I stared at my bloodles

small cardboard box-emergency contraception. Having lost one child to this sh

cupped cold water, and swallowed them down. The

in a crisp white shirt and gray trousers, every inch the unto

id nothing, walking past the bed to the wardrobe for a hig

furrowing as he stood.

urtleneck, and cut him off. "N

tighte

our breath." My voice was flat and co

me with a tangled mess of frustration and someth

over my head, and stepped into my jeans right there in front

stopped me. "There's a team party tonight. Hosted by the ma

his stable marriage in front of the league executives. I did not answer. I yanked t

rly slid to the floor. Pressing a hand over my cramping stomach, I stared do

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“I was bound in a two-year contract marriage to NHL superstar Beckett Carlisle to save his ruined reputation. I foolishly thought time might change things, until his childhood sweetheart sent me a photo of him at a bar. "He's with me. -C," the text read. When he came home drunk, reeking of her perfume, he smashed my phone against the marble table just because I ignored him. The next morning, when I handed him our prenuptial agreement and demanded a divorce, his icy eyes darkened. "We have a duty to fulfill spousal obligations," he sneered. He pinned me to the bed and brutally forced himself on me while I sobbed, using his strength to remind me who was in charge. Later, when his grandfather had a heart attack, his mother publicly humiliated me in the hospital hallway. "A Puck Bunny who tried to trap my son deserves to talk to me about respect?" Candice stood right beside him, parading around as if she were the real wife, telling me I was just in the way. I had spent two years playing the perfect, invisible Mrs. Carlisle, swallowing my pride, only to be treated like a pathetic, disposable joke. My heart died completely in that cold hallway. I stopped asking for his permission. I took the limitless black card he had given me, went straight to Fifth Avenue, and bought a new laptop. Since he refused to let me go, I was going to use his money to build my own career and leave this gilded cage on my own terms.”