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Ryan didn't call back.
He just sent a text.
"Go pick up some herbal supplements for Mrs. Caldwell and drop them off at her place."
Yeah, "Mrs. Caldwell."
That's how he always refers to his mother, like she's royalty or something.
She never liked Jessica. She was the reason he married me in the first place—
Family pressure. Nothing more.
He's still bitter about it.
But since his mom's kidneys started failing, he backed down.
So I became the placeholder wife.
No proposal.
No wedding.
No flowers. No ring.
Just two dry signatures on a marriage certificate that felt more like a contract than a promise.
On our wedding night, he ghosted me.
Said his parents wanted some family time—
Turns out, he spent the night in a recording studio with Jessica.
He came home at dawn, saw I hadn't slept a wink, and said coldly,
"As long as you don't cause drama and stay away from Jessica, I won't make your life harder."
I smiled, thinking about my mom's medical bills, and nodded.
But that didn't stop me from getting caught in their constant fights.
Didn't matter if I stayed quiet—I was always the bad guy.
Looking back, what a pathetic life that was.
Five days later, I was discharged from the hospital.
First thing I did?
Called up a lawyer friend and paid her to draft the divorce papers.
Then I went home to pack.
Didn't take long—
In that fancy beachfront condo, nothing really belonged to me.
Within thirty minutes, everything I owned was zipped into two suitcases.
I opened one of Ryan's dresser drawers and froze.
Right in the middle was the leather bracelet I gave him—
The only gift I ever gave.
He'd gotten slashed by a psycho in the ER one day, and I gave him that bracelet for protection.
I figured he'd tossed it somewhere to collect dust.
Didn't expect him to keep it.
While I was still debating whether to take it back, the door lock beeped.
Ryan walked in.
The bedroom door was wide open.
We both stared at each other like we weren't expecting to be caught.
He glanced down at my bags.
I glanced at the plush yellow duck in his arms.
Jessica's, obviously.
She posted about it last night.
"Caught this with my love—life's finally starting to feel whole again."
Ryan frowned and tossed the duck onto the couch.
"I leave for one business trip and you're ready to walk out?"
Business trip? Really?
Must've been a tough board meeting... soaking in a hot spring.
But I didn't bother calling it out.
I just smiled.
"You're finally home. Divorce agreement's on the table. Read it, sign it, we're done."
His head snapped toward me. "What did you say?"
"You drunk? Or is this just a new tactic?"
"No tactics. Never had any. Never will."
"You married me because your mom forced your hand."
"You've hated me from day one."
"But thanks to your family, my mom's gotten the treatment she needed. So... I guess that's something."
"Cut the crap! What the hell's gotten into you?"
I snapped.
"What, your ego bruised because I asked for a divorce first?"
"Don't tell me the great Ryan Caldwell can't handle a little rejection."
His face went cold as ice.
He stormed over, grabbed my arm.
"You're acting out because I didn't pick up the phone? Who the hell even are you anymore?"
Pain shot through me—I yanked my arm back, stumbling away.
He noticed how stiff my body was.
"What happened to your arm?"
He pushed me onto the couch and yanked at my shirt.
The bandages came undone, revealing angry red burns across my chest and shoulder.
"You weren't lying. You really did get in an accident?"
I pulled away and fixed my clothes.
"No one else is watching, Ryan. You don't have to pretend to care. It's disgusting."
Silence fell between us like a suffocating fog.
"You should've stayed away from that crappy job. I told you not to go to that damn meeting."
I looked up, stunned by the sudden rage.
"What, does this make you feel better? Like it proves a point?"
He'd always looked down on my $3,000-a-month marketing job.
But I never needed him. I'd made that clear before we even got married.
There was no point talking anymore.
I grabbed my suitcase and headed for the door.
Ryan blocked my path, sneering.
"Divorce? Without me, what the hell do you think your life's gonna be?"
"You think you're still Daddy's little princess?"
My heart skipped.
I didn't turn back.
"Don't worry, Mr. Caldwell. I'll manage just fine."
He just sent a text.
"Go pick up some herbal supplements for Mrs. Caldwell and drop them off at her place."
Yeah, "Mrs. Caldwell."
That's how he always refers to his mother, like she's royalty or something.
She never liked Jessica. She was the reason he married me in the first place—
Family pressure. Nothing more.
He's still bitter about it.
But since his mom's kidneys started failing, he backed down.
So I became the placeholder wife.
No proposal.
No wedding.
No flowers. No ring.
Just two dry signatures on a marriage certificate that felt more like a contract than a promise.
On our wedding night, he ghosted me.
Said his parents wanted some family time—
Turns out, he spent the night in a recording studio with Jessica.
He came home at dawn, saw I hadn't slept a wink, and said coldly,
"As long as you don't cause drama and stay away from Jessica, I won't make your life harder."
I smiled, thinking about my mom's medical bills, and nodded.
But that didn't stop me from getting caught in their constant fights.
Didn't matter if I stayed quiet—I was always the bad guy.
Looking back, what a pathetic life that was.
Five days later, I was discharged from the hospital.
First thing I did?
Called up a lawyer friend and paid her to draft the divorce papers.
Then I went home to pack.
Didn't take long—
In that fancy beachfront condo, nothing really belonged to me.
Within thirty minutes, everything I owned was zipped into two suitcases.
I opened one of Ryan's dresser drawers and froze.
Right in the middle was the leather bracelet I gave him—
The only gift I ever gave.
He'd gotten slashed by a psycho in the ER one day, and I gave him that bracelet for protection.
I figured he'd tossed it somewhere to collect dust.
Didn't expect him to keep it.
While I was still debating whether to take it back, the door lock beeped.
Ryan walked in.
The bedroom door was wide open.
We both stared at each other like we weren't expecting to be caught.
He glanced down at my bags.
I glanced at the plush yellow duck in his arms.
Jessica's, obviously.
She posted about it last night.
"Caught this with my love—life's finally starting to feel whole again."
Ryan frowned and tossed the duck onto the couch.
"I leave for one business trip and you're ready to walk out?"
Business trip? Really?
Must've been a tough board meeting... soaking in a hot spring.
But I didn't bother calling it out.
I just smiled.
"You're finally home. Divorce agreement's on the table. Read it, sign it, we're done."
His head snapped toward me. "What did you say?"
"You drunk? Or is this just a new tactic?"
"No tactics. Never had any. Never will."
"You married me because your mom forced your hand."
"You've hated me from day one."
"But thanks to your family, my mom's gotten the treatment she needed. So... I guess that's something."
"Cut the crap! What the hell's gotten into you?"
I snapped.
"What, your ego bruised because I asked for a divorce first?"
"Don't tell me the great Ryan Caldwell can't handle a little rejection."
His face went cold as ice.
He stormed over, grabbed my arm.
"You're acting out because I didn't pick up the phone? Who the hell even are you anymore?"
Pain shot through me—I yanked my arm back, stumbling away.
He noticed how stiff my body was.
"What happened to your arm?"
He pushed me onto the couch and yanked at my shirt.
The bandages came undone, revealing angry red burns across my chest and shoulder.
"You weren't lying. You really did get in an accident?"
I pulled away and fixed my clothes.
"No one else is watching, Ryan. You don't have to pretend to care. It's disgusting."
Silence fell between us like a suffocating fog.
"You should've stayed away from that crappy job. I told you not to go to that damn meeting."
I looked up, stunned by the sudden rage.
"What, does this make you feel better? Like it proves a point?"
He'd always looked down on my $3,000-a-month marketing job.
But I never needed him. I'd made that clear before we even got married.
There was no point talking anymore.
I grabbed my suitcase and headed for the door.
Ryan blocked my path, sneering.
"Divorce? Without me, what the hell do you think your life's gonna be?"
"You think you're still Daddy's little princess?"
My heart skipped.
I didn't turn back.
"Don't worry, Mr. Caldwell. I'll manage just fine."
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