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Three months ago, Ryan Mitchell became obsessively infatuated with a singer at a jazz club.
That girl, Scarlett, exuded a rebellious New York vibe, with heavy makeup but clear eyes. When Ryan handed her the keys to a Manhattan apartment, she rejected them without hesitation.
"I'm not anyone's caged canary, Mr. Mitchell."
Those simple words made Ryan completely lose his mind.
He spent a fortune on her, even renting an entire LED screen in Times Square for her, completely forgetting about his wife of seven years who had dedicated her youth and talent to him.
I, Emma Collins, didn't argue or yell. I just quietly tore up one of the oil paintings he had created for me every time he stayed out all night for Scarlett.
When he left me in the pouring rain because of one negative Instagram post from Scarlett, I shredded the first painting he had ever given me.When he missed his father's funeral just to rent out an entire club to hear Scarlett sing, I destroyed the tenth painting.
When he removed our wedding ring because of a single contemptuous glance from Scarlett, I ruined the twenty-ninth painting.
Now, he has abandoned me alone in the Alaskan wilderness because Scarlett casually complained about the cold weather.
And in my hands, only one last painting remains.
Taking a deep breath, I dialed the phone:
"Jack, I need divorce papers."

The Muse Who Shattered Our Vows

The assistant immediately activated their entire network of connections, from airlines to hotel systems, from property records to immigration logs, practically turning New York City upside down in their search.


But Emma seemed to have vanished into thin air. Her phone number had been disconnected, all her social media accounts deactivated, and there were no transactions on her credit cards.


At the same time, Ryan kicked open the door to Scarlett's apartment.


She lazily raised her eyes: "Well, well, Mr. Mitchell finally remembered to come looking for me?"


"I'm not the kind of woman you can take for granted. If you keep blowing hot and cold like this, don't blame me if I walk away."


Ryan let out a cold laugh, grabbing her by the throat and pinning her against the wall.


"Still acting even now? You claim to reject me, but in reality, you can't wait to crawl into my bed?"


"I'll ask you one last time, did you know all along that Emma was going to leave?"


Chapter 6