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For six years, I accepted my husband’s "muse". I told myself their connection was purely artistic, the price of being Mrs. Vanderbilt.
When I was bleeding in a hospital bed, Liam sneered over the phone, “Chloe gets pregnant, so now you’re faking an illness for attention? Pathetic.”
He dragged me from that bed to her celebration party. In front of all their friends, he shoved me. Hard.
I felt the life I fought so hard for, our child he never knew existed, drain out of me on that cold rooftop floor.
In that moment, the woman who loved him died, too.
Now, he sends flowers, begging for the wife he destroyed to come home. He doesn't understand. This isn't about a broken heart.
He has no idea he just armed his most dangerous enemy.

Fractured Vows

Ethan noticed the greasy takeout Liam had brought. He looked genuinely surprised.


“There are many restaurants around this hospital with food suitable for patients. Yet you somehow managed to pick the absolute worst options. That’s impressive.”


I could see Liam clench his jaw. He was trying to contain his temper.


After a moment, he spoke in a low, menacing tone. “From now on, I’ll cook for Elara myself. There’s no need for you to get involved.”


Ethan, however, didn’t flinch. “I don’t trust you with that. I took good care of her, got her discharged in perfect health. Less than a day later, she miscarried. You have zero credibility.”


Liam’s brow furrowed. “Elara is my wife. Why are you so attentive? Don’t you understand the concept of keeping a respectful distance from a married woman?”


Chapter 5