The Billionaire's Silent Wife No More

"Sign it, Sarah. Stop making this harder than it needs to be."

Jason wasn't even looking at me. He was fixing his tie in the mirror like I wasn't standing right there. Like I hadn't been standing right there for three years.

The papers were on the bed. Thick. Official. Final.

I stared at them and felt something crack open in my chest.

"Three years, Jason." My voice came out quieter than I wanted. "I gave up everything for you. I stayed in this house. I was here every single night whether you came home or not. And this is what I get? A pen and a goodbye?"

"You didn't give up anything." He turned around and looked at me like I was being unreasonable. Like I was the problem. "You were a Miller. Your family owed mine a debt. The three year clause is done and honestly Sarah, I'm exhausted. I'm tired of coming home to someone who has nothing going for her."

Nothing going for her.

I had cooked his meals. Organized his dinners. Smiled at his business partners until my face hurt. Sat alone on anniversaries and birthdays and holidays telling myself he was just busy, he was just stressed, he was just going through something.

Three years of that and I had nothing going for me.

The bedroom door opened.

I expected a maid or one of his lawyers. Instead a man walked in who I had never seen before. Tall. Broad. Dressed in a dark suit that looked expensive without trying. He didn't knock. He didn't introduce himself. He just walked straight to the window and stood there looking out at the driveway like he owned it.

"You're late, Vanguard," he said. His voice was low and calm.

"Julian." Jason straightened up immediately. Something in his voice changed. He sounded smaller. "I'm almost done. She's being difficult."

The man, Julian, turned slightly and looked at me. He didn't look at me with pity. He just looked at me. Steady and quiet like he was seeing something he had been expecting.

Then he walked over, picked up the pen Jason had thrown on the bed, and held it out to me.

"She's not being difficult," he said flatly. "She's being thrown away. Those are different things."

"Who are you?" I asked.

"Insurance," Jason cut in, grabbing his briefcase. "He's here to make sure the paperwork is clean and the Miller assets go where they're supposed to go. Now stop stalling Sarah. Elena is in the car."

Elena.

He said her name so easily. Like she was already the woman of this house and I was just a tenant whose lease was up.

"You're really leaving me for her." I said it quietly. Not even as a question. "In our own house."

"It's not your house." He was already at the door. He didn't even turn around. "Julian will see you out. Don't take anything that wasn't yours when you came. Which if I remember right was