Five years ago, my family tricked me into coming home from the racetrack. They forced me to take my late sister’s place and marry her fiancé after her fatal car crash. They locked away my car, trapped me in the house, and handed me a newborn to raise and a broken man to nurse back to health.
I gave up everything—my dream, my freedom, my identity. I poured myself into raising a child that wasn’t mine and loving a man who never looked my way. All I wanted was the wedding he promised.
But to Sebastian, my five years of effort looked like a calculated scheme. He resented me for it.
That wedding we should’ve had five years ago still hasn’t happened.
My heart was done. The five-year agreement was over. The child no longer needed me, so it was time to live for myself.
I returned to the villa with the divorce papers in hand.
As soon as I opened the door, a cake smashed into my face.
One of the maids rushed forward with a towel, but before I could wipe the frosting off, a crystal ashtray came flying at me, striking my forehead with a sharp thud.
“You disgusting woman! Who said you could wear my mom’s favorite necklace?!”
Seeing the warm blood trickling down my face, the maid looked panicked.