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Behind The Glamour: My Wife's Secret

Chapter 4 How's Married Life Treating You

Word Count: 1513    |    Released on: 25/01/2024

Kaiden for days, likely due to

one rang. It was Baylee C

ged the projects you were working on

n the same circles as Demi, a risi

Ellie's affairs, Demi's backing from the influe

lie responded calmly, "O

ted. "How's married life t

ed late

igue was due to a cold and sle

he got out of bed, hoping t

ing it. That guy

finishing her sente

anded on Kaiden. He was in the livin

, his expression

as take

action. Had he

alize she was ta

ething's come up," she sai

ut noticed Kaiden had already left,

t he must not have hea

ollaborative projects she had nearly secured had

ordon shines in an 8-million dollar haute coutu

nk. The dress in the photo ca

as her

rouble for her and wear he

r dre

nd left for the Gordon f

the door, she used th

om the dressing room. Elli

ies stood, draped in an opulent champagne-co

dress, Venus, from a top bran

sion is theft," Ellie

gasped, turnin

e turned to anger. "How d

dress. Re

independently without a single

no righ

anny for revenge. If you hadn't stolen my life, I would have lived in luxury, maybe even admir

Demi. Demi, with a slightly larger waist, couldn't do j

stic laugh fi

come a top socialite just

ely del

to the wardrobe filled with dresses. "What I'm wearing, what's in

ince the day I married Kaiden, fulfilling the Gordon-Thorpe marriage contract,

light, almost

smug triumph, as if to cha

f fabric tearing

ac

oo

methodically sliced throu

his was the former chief designer of Chanel... Ellie! Are you insane?" Demi screa

rreplaceable, were

rked, setting aside the scissors. She app

shock from the destruction, watched Ellie com

rr

nd ripped it apart, reducing th

gesture, she said, "I did

ought to maintain her comp

ord to appear we

dn't los

ared for you?" Demi's smile was laced with malice. "Given Kaiden'

owards Demi tu

nted further, "Or maybe you're

bachelor in Critport, w

he thought of having

mple, yet laden with me

ht: Good riddanc

in my career again.

a new outfit for a fashion

eral male voi

that Ellie

status might be questionable,

s past desire for Ellie. "Back then, she wa

ention among his wealthy

the young man, "Go ahead! She

e, E

the young men filled

erly, "Mind if I go n

she were an object, a mer

ed her past, but experiencing it firsthand was demea

might have crumbled un

y, walked past them, p

to stoop to

d her path, his gaze bra

rom me and you're nothing but a toy t

ac

Ellie's hand stru

, hand to his cheek

delusion," Ellie retorted, rubbing her sore hand. "Do you really thin

ought of Kaiden. "My husband is far better

unsettle Erick

ick fumed. "Kaiden is a cr

y and inability in the bedroom were wide

as rooted in their belief that he would disdain

owerful family of her own, was merely a pla

ly declared Kaiden

nmatched," Ellie asserted, t

s disability was

n deceived by his r

er poise and beauty a stri

r of confidence, "having shared his bed, I'd know be

ly shit!" Erick's

the demure El

haracteristic, yet u

ss, suddenly lo

here?" he asked, hi

raced as she t

in his wheelchair, an imposing

, Bruce Harpe

ed at Ellie, his icy gaze conveying a chillin

en, after days of absence, left Ell

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Behind The Glamour: My Wife's Secret
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“After Ellie reclaimed her true identity, she found herself in an unexpected marriage with Mr. Thorpe, a man perceived as unpopular and crippled. Her scornful ex-boyfriend awaited her regret, while others looked on with ridicule. To Ellie, her acclaimed bar was just a side project. Her vast jewelry collection seemed trivial. Top designers were at her disposal. She owned luxury cars, expansive mansions, and even private islands. She had the power to win prestigious awards and exact revenge on her cheating ex and his spiteful mistress. Yet, to outsiders, her life seemed dull, overshadowed by her husband's disability. One day, Mr. Thorpe stood up from his wheelchair, unable to keep the facade any longer. "I can't pretend anymore. My wife is too extraordinary," he declared. Ellie, hands on her waist and teeth clenched, confronted him. "What about the divorce you promised?" Gently touching her slightly bulging stomach, Mr. Thorpe replied softly, "That's not happening!"”