Chapter 1
Harrison Hayes, my husband, was older, gorgeous, and so buttoned-up you would think physical contact personally offended him.
I was the trophy wife who had made it her life’s mission to undo him, one button at a
time.
After we got married, I turned being helpless into my entire personality.
He fed me. Carried me. And every night, I made sure he did not fall asleep until I was thoroughly satisfied.
I thought he loved me.
Then one day, words began scrolling right across my vision, like comments on a livestream.
Except they were about me.
[omg does this woman not have legs? he has a massive meeting tmrw and she is still hanging all over him]
[if she hadn’t been there when he was just starting out, he would’ve dumped this high-maintenance disaster years ago]
[honestly, let her keep throwing tantrums. it just makes our FL look even better when she shows up. independent queen vs. clingy nightmare. the ML and FL are the real endgame!]
I went rigid.
Then, without a word, I climbed off him.
“Changed your mind?”
His voice was still rough.
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“It’s fine.” The words came out awkward and tangled. “You have work tomorrow.”
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Silence stretched between us in the dark.
His suit was a mess, creased and rumpled in a way it never usually was.
My handiwork.
Ten minutes earlier, I had been all over him, begging, not caring that he had only just
walked through the door.
Harrison pinched the bridge of his nose.
The exhaustion he usually hid so well was starting to show.
“Are you upset with me? I’m wiped tonight, baby. I’ll make it up to you tomorrow.”
Something clenched in my chest.
The old me wouldn’t have cared.
I would have pinned him down, pouted, and demanded he tell me whether he still loved
His meeting? His exhaustion?
Not my problem.
But now something heavy crowded my chest, and I didn’t know what to call it.
More comments flooded in.
[she hears “I’m tired” and her mind goes straight to the gutter. not everyone is as
sex-crazed as you, babe. he must be so sick of her by now, and she really thought the
buttoned-up thing was real]
[the ML is way too patient. she is at her big age and she acts like this? if it were me, i
would serve the divorce papers tonight]
[i’m still not over the fact that she was his first before our FL even showed up. whatever.
once our girl arrives, he won’t even remember this wife exists. he will give everything to
her]
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So he really was sick of me.
I nodded too quickly, too eagerly.
“Get some rest. Seriously.”
Harrison stopped.
“Baby. What’s going on? Did I do something?”
My eyes burned.
I blinked hard and forced it all back down.
“You didn’t do anything. Go to sleep.”
His brow furrowed.
Before I could argue, he had already lifted me onto the desk.
“Forget what I said. Come here, baby.”
I pushed his hands away and slid off the desk.
“You don’t have to. You have that meeting.”
Harrison held my gaze.
Slowly, he undid the top two buttons of his shirt.
His collarbones caught the low light.
“I can push the meeting. Are you sure you don’t want to, baby?”
I hesitated.
[wait, what?? who is this and what did she do with the old wife? since when does she
turn it down?]
[good, honestly. i was scared she would make him cancel the meeting again. she doesn’t work, doesn’t bring in a single dime, and she keeps him from working too? pick a
struggle]
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[right? even if he isn’t fed up, i’m fed up for him. this woman is a walking liability]
“No.”
I shook my head frantically.
My voice came out sharper than I intended.
Harrison blinked.
Then, without a word, he buttoned his shirt back up.
I could not hold his stare.
My eyes dropped to the floor.
“I’m going to bed. You should work.”
If he was already sick of me, the least I could do was stop making myself so hard to
tolerate.
[wait, why does the ML look kind of… disappointed? she finally backed off and he isn’t
relieved??]
[he is just tired. imagine coming home from work and having to deal with that every
night]
[aaaah our FL finally shows up tomorrow!! she is his first love btw. once he sees her again, this wife is going to be a distant memory]
First love?
My expression crumbled.
I mumbled something about going to bed and stumbled out of the room before he could
see.
I buried my face in the covers.
Wasn’t I his first love?
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I was sure of it.
Was he only with me out of obligation to our past?
