Billionaire's Broken Marriage

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ing but breathe. The weight of the impending decision pressed down on her chest, making it hard to draw in a full breath. She loved Matheo dearly and didn't want to

s. Where would she go? What would she do? He was her only family; she had no one else. Her uncle and aunt had been all too glad to finally

gged Matheo to return home early so they could go out somewhere together, alone. He had nodded and dismissed her with the same monotonous tone he u

He hadn't noticed. Sometimes she felt like he wasn't even aware she was there, except when he wanted sex at night or to show her off at fan

love or affection. She had been a decorative vase in their grand lives, always on the periphery. When Matheo came into her life, she thought she had found a man who loved her uncondit

who couldn't stay away from her during their honeymoon. But the honeymoon ended, and the real world encroached. Matheo was a workaholic who s

the intruder. Sometimes, it seemed Iris was the real wife, attending business meetings, important dinners, and galas with Matheo while Colette was left behind. Colette felt like the other woman, her sole

long before you came into my life!" he had shouted during their last fight. "And she will be here long after you're gone," he hadn't said that, but the meaning was clear. T

Matheo. Colette was sick of it, sick of being brushed off as if her feelings didn't matter. Everything came to a head last night at 3 a.m. when Matheo's phone ra

atter. Wherever he was going, Iris would be there, and she would b

packing his clothes. His bare chest moved rhythmically with each breat

Colette asked, her voic

sation with Iris. He walked into the bathro

ed out, her frus

fled reply as he pac

" she repeated, even mo

asn't talking to you. Please continue, Iris," he soo

zed what had just happened. Her patience snapped. She marched into the bathroom, snatched the p

his face flushing an ang

was lookin