ManyWriters

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

Honestly, I had no idea. Thinking back, it made sense. Ethan was young, yet he lived alone in a large house and owned a separate condo. He had to come from a wealthy family. Still, I never made the connection that he was the son of our company’s chairman.


Just as I was lost in thought, Ethan’s assistant called me into his office. That snapped me back to reality. I had something important to report.


Ethan’s family business was in high-end antique trading. But he had branched out into modern digital art. While the transactions in this new area weren’t as lucrative as the traditional market, he had carved out a successful niche.


Coincidentally, several of Chloe’s digital art pieces were listed for auction in that new category. Their prices were hovering around the hundred-thousand-dollar mark. But I had discovered a serious problem: her work plagiarized and combined elements from several lesser-known digital artists.


Chapter 7