Betray Me at My Lowest

At the annual gala, my father had me marry Asher Ziegler, a rising star in the finance industry whom he had groomed.

Back then, I, Maddison Gruber, had no idea that Asher was in love with someone else.

Sometime later, my father's company is investigated for product fraud, and his company's stock plummets. He even faces criminal charges.

When this happens, Asher immediately brings his first love, Cora Singer, home and tells me outright that he is going to make her his legally wedded wife.

My mother-in-law admonishes me.

"Your family's bankrupt now, and you're completely barren! Why shouldn't my son remarry?"

Asher slides a divorce agreement in front of me, his tone condescending.

"Sign this, and I can let you stay here and live alongside Cora."

But I say nothing. I merely quietly book a ticket to leave this place.

In seven days, I will be following my father down south.

My family had just gone bankrupt when Asher wasted no time in bringing his first love home. He slid a divorce agreement in front of me.

"I'm going to make Cora my official wife five days from now. I've let her down for too many years, so I can't disappoint her anymore. If you behave, I'll let you stay in this house and live alongside her."

My family had just gone bankrupt, and he was already this impatient. He couldn't even wait one more day.

I looked at him calmly. His gaze was cold, and the way he looked at me was as if I were a stranger.

Even after five years of marriage, I was still unable to win him over in the slightest.

Feeling flustered, I lowered my head and forced my hand to stop trembling as I grabbed a pen to sign the agreement.

"Alright…"

I wouldn't be staying here for much longer anyway. So, whoever Asher wanted to be with in the future no longer had anything to do with me.

His eyebrows arched, seemingly surprised to find how decisive I was. He picked up the agreement and glanced at it to ensure that I hadn't made a mistake before standing up.

"Good. I'll take you to the courthouse to finalize this when I'm free."

With that, he walked off without a backward glance, which was expected—he had never been one to waste words on me.

When Asher was no longer in view, I took my phone out to book a southbound flight for five days later. Once the divorce was finalized, we'd be officially over, and we'd go our separate ways.

Five years ago, I had attended Dad's company's annual gala. That was when I fell in love at first sight with Asher Ziegler—the man Dad had personally guided.

The very next day, Asher got my number from Dad. Not even half a year later, we were married, as if that were the most natural thing in the world.

I had believed that fate had brought us together.

That was, until Cora Singer