He Got What He Wanted... Then Went Mad

My husband—one of the top elites of Raventon Street, cold and ruthless to his core—keeps a stray orphan girl he rescued from the slums hidden in an apartment.

Rowena Fletcher is clean and fragile, like a newborn creature untouched by the world. And somehow, that innocence softens something in Micah Benson—a man who's spent years clawing his way through the brutal wilderness of capital.

He thinks this secret game of his goes unnoticed, but I find out anyway.

At the Benson family's charity gala, I smash his favorite antique vase in front of everyone. He doesn't even flinch as he simply signals the bodyguards to clean up the mess and then hands me a divorce agreement.

"Sign it, Sabrina. The penthouse in Ashbourne City is yours."

I burn the divorce agreement—and that's when he finally shows his true colors.

He freezes all my accounts and launches a hostile takeover of my gallery.

On the night the storm hits, I get a call from the hospital. My sister, Roberta Slater, has been in a car crash—she needs emergency surgery.

In the security footage, he stood there, watching coldly. "Sign the papers, or start planning a funeral."

I dropped to my knees and slammed my forehead against the floor, blood trailing down my face as I begged, "Micah, please… don't…"

A long, flat beep echoed from the other end of the line, slicing through the sound of rain. Then a voice on the line says, "We did everything we could."

However, I have gone back in time—to the day I first found out about Rowena.

This time, I no longer cry. Instead, I plan my divorce on my own terms. I call Valebrook Bank that same night and begin preparing for a quiet disappearance.

But the moment I truly vanish from his world, Micah loses his mind.

Sabrina's Point-of-View

In my past life, I only dared to linger outside Micah Benson's private study, stealing glances at the wall covered in photos of Rowena Fletcher through the crack of the door.

But now, reborn, I wanted to see for myself the woman who made the cold, untouchable man of Raventon Street lower his guard.

"Denton, liquidate all the assets from my parents' trust fund. I want the full amount wired to the Velebrook Bank within three days."

After issuing the order to Denton Gibson, I contacted my lawyer to expedite the divorce agreement. Then, I drove to the Deaf and Non-verbal Community Center in Briar Glen, where Rowena worked.

She was crouched in front of a pile of battered children's books, carefully taping a torn page back together. Beside her stood a sweet-faced boy, communicating with her in sign language.

The late afternoon sun poured through the high windows, casting a golden glow around her frame. She looked untouched by the world, like an angel who had accidentally stumbled into a broken corner of it.

No wonder Micah had lost control because of her.

"Watch out!"

Suddenly, a steel bookshelf beside her creaked