You Wanted Open Marriage. I Did. Why Mad ?
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My husband used our so-called "open marriage" as a shield, shamelessly bringing his mistress home.
He was dead sure I had a bottom line and would never cross it.
Until the night I stayed out until dawn, returning with the faint smell of alcohol.
The ever-arrogant man shattered a vase in a jealous rage. He gripped my wrist hard enough to bruise, demanding to know which hotel I’d been to and who I’d been with.
To punish my "betrayal," he officially moved his mistress in, turning a blind eye as she made my life a living hell.
Then, desperate to replace me completely, that woman rammed her car straight into me.
While I lay in the hospital bed, my husband used my father’s company as leverage, forcing me to sign a settlement to keep his mistress out of jail.
He shielded her as they walked away, completely unaware that just half an hour earlier in the ER, I had miscarried his child.
My heart turned to ash. I left the signed divorce papers and vanished.
Tearing the city apart to find me, he dug up the hotel security footage from the night I never came home—only to realize I had been completely innocent the entire time.
Then, he stumbled upon my hospital records, detailing the massive hemorrhage and the loss of our baby from the crash.
That arrogant, untouchable man finally realized the catastrophic mistake he had made.
He was dead sure I had a bottom line and would never cross it.
Until the night I stayed out until dawn, returning with the faint smell of alcohol.
The ever-arrogant man shattered a vase in a jealous rage. He gripped my wrist hard enough to bruise, demanding to know which hotel I’d been to and who I’d been with.
To punish my "betrayal," he officially moved his mistress in, turning a blind eye as she made my life a living hell.
Then, desperate to replace me completely, that woman rammed her car straight into me.
While I lay in the hospital bed, my husband used my father’s company as leverage, forcing me to sign a settlement to keep his mistress out of jail.
He shielded her as they walked away, completely unaware that just half an hour earlier in the ER, I had miscarried his child.
My heart turned to ash. I left the signed divorce papers and vanished.
Tearing the city apart to find me, he dug up the hotel security footage from the night I never came home—only to realize I had been completely innocent the entire time.
Then, he stumbled upon my hospital records, detailing the massive hemorrhage and the loss of our baby from the crash.
That arrogant, untouchable man finally realized the catastrophic mistake he had made.


















































