The Invisible Ex-Wife's Rebellion: Now She Owns The Stage

"This venture finally got off the ground, and honestly, Valerie single-handedly carried it through. Jaycob, out with it—what's the grand thank-you gesture?"

"Jaycob, it's time to cut things off with Kendra and marry Valerie instead. God knows what lies Kendra sold your grandma just so she could maneuver you into this marriage years ago."

Kendra Murray eased the grand doors of the banquet hall open and halted instantly, knuckles whitening against the brass handle.

There stood Jaycob Mills, her husband, leaning idly by the bar. Several fastenings on his once-impeccable shirt lay open, exposing the sculpted ridge of his collarbone. He rotated the wine glass lazily between his fingers, exuding effortless calm that bordered on indifference. He drew a measured sip, remaining silent, his attention fixed on Valerie Fletcher. The unmistakable softness in his gaze revealed far more than words ever could.

"Kendra?"

Someone finally registered Kendra's presence in the doorway, hesitation flickering over whether to approach or withdraw.

The lively murmur vanished in an instant.

Kendra lingered in silence, her lithe frame exuding a quiet grace, the elegant curve of her neck lending her an effortless charm. Clad in a plain ivory gown, she required no embellishments to captivate—hers was an allure that commanded gazes without effort.

She appeared utterly mismatched in the bustling, festive gathering. Yet, it was precisely that stark difference—the serenity she embodied amid the surrounding clamor—that rendered her presence inescapable.

Such scenes were familiar territory for her, the subtle sting of embarrassment a constant companion. Still, the icy, almost repulsed glint in Jaycob's gaze pierced her heart, leaving a void that echoed with unspoken sorrow.

She approached him deliberately, her determination solidifying with every stride.

"Congratulations..."

"Why are you even here?" Jaycob interrupted her mid-sentence, his exasperation etched plainly across his features.

A chuckle escaped from the crowd. "She's probably sniffing around for cash. Spotted Jaycob raking in another windfall and figured she would swoop in for her share."

Giggles spread like wildfire through the assembly.

Kendra fixed her eyes on Jaycob. He remained impassive, as though the jeers swirling around him were mere whispers in the wind.

"If there is something on your mind, spit it out," Jaycob remarked tonelessly, his irritation laid bare.

Valerie interjected with a soothing grin, seemingly trying to defuse the tension, "Ease up, Jaycob, no need to be so brusque. Kendra remains your wife, after all. You've hit the jackpot—it's only fitting she would want to bask in the glow. And everyone else, cut it out. This isn't the time."

She pivoted toward Kendra with apparent kindness. "Come mingle with us, Kendra."

A wry, sardonic curve touched Kendra's lips.

She hadn't come here to invite ridicule upon herself. Her sole purpose was to honor a vow from a decade past. At twenty, Jaycob had confided that should he ever triumph, she must stand beside him in revelry. Tonight, she fulfilled that oath, and in doing so, aimed to sever ties that had long since unraveled.

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