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“Dude, the stocks for the new business are skyrocketing in the market. You’re seriously a genius,” Duke Elrod exclaimed happily as he strolled down Reed’s private plane.
Wyatt grinned. “In business, it’s all about taking risks,” he responded.
Duke smirked. “Yeah, true. I wonder how many zeros are in your bank account.”
“Plenty.”
“Arrogant. By the way, how’s your married life going? I know you’re trying to keep it lowkey, but you can’t underestimate the media when it comes to juicy scoops like this.”
Wyatt frowned and glanced at Duke. “I can handle it. No need to worry. By the way, can you call Alice for me and check if she’s taken her meds-“
“I’m not your assistant, dude. Why not ask Ken?”
“He’s got other tasks to handle. Just do me this favor. I’ll make it up to you,” Wyatt said, causing Duke to grin.
“Alright then. And you know what I want,” Duke replied, and with that, he hopped into the car parked near the plane.
While Wyatt was on his trip, Alice’s doctor called him to update him on her condition, and he couldn’t help but feel a bit anxious. However, his worries were put to rest when he asked his wife about the procedure they had agreed upon, and she assured him that everything had been taken care of without any delays.
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“I’m good, Ken. I can handle it,” Ivy assured Wyatt’s assistant as he tried to assist her with the groceries. Eva had specifically asked her to do the shopping on her own. However, as she left the mansion, Ken happened to spot her and asked for a ride.
“But Miss, Mr. Reed might be upset-“
“I’ll be fine. I’ll just take a cab and come back right away. Please, don’t make this difficult for me. Eva is always watching, Ken; I have to be cautious. Wyatt will be back in an hour, and I don’t want to cause any trouble,” she said with a smile. “If he returns and I’m not here yet, just let him know that I went to buy some things-that I insisted on doing it alone.”
Ken let out a deep sigh, giving in. He knew he couldn’t push for what he wanted, so he nodded. “Yes, Miss. Take care.”
Ivy beamed, “I will. Thanks,” and walked away.
Several years later…
IVY
The annoying beep of my phone shatters the peacefulness around me. But I couldn’t
be bothered to check it. What’s the point? I already knew it was from my
too-good-to-be-true husband.
I let out a sarcastic chuckle and allowed myself to relax. However, the incessant beeping of the phone started to irritate me.
I reached over to the side table and glanced at the screen. Letting out a deep sigh, I tossed it aside. Just as I suspected, nothing new. The text message was from my husband.
A grimace formed on my face as I read the word “husband,” reminding me that I needed to go to the hospital and donate blood.
Fantastic.
Donating blood had become a regular part of my life with Wyatt Reed.
My phone beeped once again, and when I checked it, I saw a notification from the bank. It informed me that my husband had transferred more money into my account. The amount was enough to make my jaw drop, but who needs money anyway?
After three years of marriage to Wyatt Reed, all he ever made me do was go to the hospital and donate blood. He seemed to be quite enthusiastic about it.
I donate, and he pays. Is that what a normal married couple does? I highly doubt it. And the ironic thing was he treated me like a stranger. If it weren’t for my blood, I would be nothing to him.
And the blood that I donated or sold as he was paying for it, I gave it to Alice-the-bitch-Perez. And this month, they took blood from me three times. It’s too much; I can feel my body getting weaker.
Yesterday, I got drenched in the rain, which caused me to catch a cold and fever. That’s why I stayed home, trying to get a good sleep on my soft, comfortable bed.
Just as I was about to close my eyes again, my phone beeped for the third time. Annoyed, I grabbed it, and my forehead furrowed as I read a message from an unknown number: “There’s no such thing as a real Mrs. Reed. For the past three years, you’ve shamelessly held that title. But did you really have Wyatt’s full attention? If I were you, I’d go out and hang myself. Remember, you’re nothing but a slut!”
A slut? Am I really a slut? I sacrificed my family and friends for three years because of this marriage, and now someone has the audacity to call me that. The shock and anger consumed me, and I wished I could punch the person who sent that message.
That kind of word is completely uncalled for, especially since I know it’s not true. I tightened my grip on the phone, and suddenly, I heard another beep.
When I opened the message, I saw a picture of my husband peacefully sleeping, his handsome features making me swoon. And there, resting on his shoulder, was Alice Perez. Even though their eyes were closed, I could spot a disturbing difference.
Why was the corner of Alice’s lips slightly raised? Man, I keep imagining things. Just as I was about to put my phone down, it started ringing. I frowned when I saw the caller’s name. It was Eva Reed, Wyatt’s mother.
“Ivy! Have you forgotten what day it is? Hurry up and cook. The servant is off today!” she exclaimed, which made me smirk. Then she hung up without saying anything else.
People around me who were connected to my husband treated me like a servant.
When it comes to Wyatt, I’ve always been cautious.
Everyone at Wyatt’s company thought I couldn’t be a secretary, but I proved them wrong by giving it my all.
Wyatt’s mother and even his sister treat me like their maid. They’re strange and picky with me. They make me cook, clean, and do their chores. And I don’t dare tell Wyatt to avoid any trouble.
I’ve gotten used to it at this point.
I’m willing to endure the mockery of others for the sake of Wyatt. But it seems like Wyatt has forgotten about me, his wife. He only remembers me when he needs me to work for his company, asking me to donate blood and sending me money. I took a deep breath and sighed heavily. I’m so tired that I feel like I can’t hold on anymore.
When I saw that photo and message, I knew it was Alice who sent it. This isn’t the first time Alice has gotten under my skin. I could brush off the cruel comments from others, but that photo of Wyatt and Alice completely shattered my self-esteem. I felt embarrassed and lonely. Could it be that our three years of marriage was just a joke?
An idea crossed my mind, and I frowned. This fake relationship between me and Wyatt should come to an end. I went back to Wyatt’s message, and without hesitation, I sent him these words: “Let’s get a divorce.” Then I tapped the send button.
When I saw that it was delivered, I felt confident in my decision, even though I was in a daze. After a few seconds, my phone rang, and the word ‘husband’ flashed on the screen. I can imagine his face right now-confused and angry.
“Ivy…” my eyes widened as I heard the coldness in his voice, “What’s wrong?” he asked. It made me smirk. Suddenly, his voice changed; it became warmer. But his next words ignited a fire of anger within me. “You can set your price. According to the doctor, Alice is still in danger-“
After hanging up the phone, she abruptly interrupted my thoughts with a text message. It stated that Wyatt had just transferred another one million dollars to my bank account, which honestly made me burst out laughing. Amidst my laughter, tears streamed down my face uncontrollably.
After a few minutes, I composed myself and decided to change my clothes. Time was of the essence, and I didn’t want to prolong this any further. I had reached my breaking point.
Despite feeling under the weather with a fever and a cold, I managed to leave the house and hail a cab towards the New York Supreme Court.
Wyatt tried calling me twice during the journey, but I ignored his calls. It wasn’t until I arrived at the court building that he finally stopped attempting to reach me.
Sitting in the waiting area, I anxiously waited for Wyatt with a pale face. After an hour, he appeared with a cold expression, his eyes fixed on me. As he approached, I noticed the tension in his jaw.
“What’s your problem, Ivy? Why are you suddenly bringing this up? What’s the issue?” His voice carried a hint of madness, but I refused to look away from his gaze. He pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes momentarily, attempting to calm himself.
When he locked eyes with me again, I couldn’t help but gasp, my lips parting in surprise. I didn’t want to see the coldness in his eyes or endure his blank stares, but I knew I had to face it in order to get what I wanted.
“Listen, I know you’ve been overly generous with your donations this month, but I did compensate you-” I interrupted, lifting my head since I was seated while he stood in front of me.
I didn’t need to say anything more. All I wanted was a divorce. “Let’s get a divorce. It’s a straightforward process since we don’t have kids. We can get it done within an hour-“
I couldn’t help but scoff at his words. Wyatt is always the same. He may have had a face that could rival a Greek god, but he never saw me as his wife. It shattered me.
I don’t want to anger him, but things have to change now.
Three years of being his submissive partner is enough.
“If there’s one thing, I’ll regret the most,” I said with a wistful smile. I’ve thought about this countless times, and I wanted to get straight to the point. “It’s marrying you three years ago,” I uttered, standing up when I heard my name being called.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
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