The Day the Contract Ended, His World Crumbled

Chapter 3

Word Count: 519 | Released on: 29/05/2025

Five years in the Miller mansion, and this was it. She'd worn their clothes, eaten their food, live

ightstand. That was hers. Her camera, an old Nikon, was her

elt cold, alien. She placed it on the dresser in her small room. She wouldn't take a

hen Chloe Miller, Ethan's younger sister, appeared at the bot

agging out." Chloe's voice dripped with sarcasm. She was dr

lly get tired of your mousy face?" Chloe smirke

er, continuing

We're practically family. Or, well, you we

than. Olivia looked radiant, expensive, every inch the society p

aid, her voice like wind c

sculpted eyebrows rose a fraction. "

faltering slightly. "Sarah? What's al

ller. My contract i

w Ethan can finally be with someo

's enough." But he didn't contradict

rah. I'm sure Ethan will be fine." She tucked her arm into Ethan's. "

ing up. "Yes, it's magnificent. You'll love it." He started leading O

m go. He hadn't e

mile. "You know, Sarah, you really should try to do something with your hair. It's a

de. Drab. That's what she was to them.

er anymore. She picked up her bags and

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The Day the Contract Ended, His World Crumbled

Nina Brooks Romance

“For five tireless years, Sarah Jenkins' life revolved around Ethan Miller. She was his shadow, his silent caretaker, meticulously managing his expensive lifestyle, his meds, and his fragile mental state after his fiancée, Olivia Hayes, abandoned him. Sarah deferred her own dreams, trapped by a contract that covered her father's escalating medical bills. Then, a bombshell: Olivia was back. Suddenly, the indifferent Ethan, who barely acknowledged Sarah's existence, lit up, his world revolving solely around Olivia. Sarah, his contractual wife, watched as he dismissed her, even when she presented divorce papers, his only concern being the continued seamless functioning of his affairs. He treated her merely as a utility, expendable once his old obsession returned. Had her five years, her entire youth and ambition, been nothing more than a debt repaid to a man who saw her only as "services"? The crushing truth left her hollow, a ghost in a gilded cage. Was she forever destined to be invisible, a pawn in someone else's drama? But then, a lifeline: a message from an old university friend offered a spare room in New York and the journalism gig she'd always dreamed of. Sarah Jenkins, the photojournalist, was finally reclaiming her narrative. It was time to leave, to find herself beyond the Miller mansion's suffocating walls.”