Secret Billionaire’s Contract Bride: Marrying My Enemy’s Lover

Chapter 113

*Corinna

I sat across the table from the man I had convinced myself that I was in love with. I had taken on all his sweet words and allowed myself to be fooled by his persona and charisma.

That was what made them dangerous. Narcissists were the silent killers of society. They knew how to manipulate the mind in order to get their desired result. They were cunning, charismatic, and understood others’ weaknesses to a tee.

He knew I had been starved of love as a child. To my parents, I was merely a product for them-a trophy. They never loved me. At least not in the way that I wanted them to. Their love was the kind that had to be earned; it was never freely given. They often made me feel like I was only worth loving if I was 100% perfect.

As a child, such things could destroy you and that was exactly what it did to me. I had allowed Ashton to treat me the exact same way my parents did. To him, I was merely the trophy wife that he wanted in order to further his political career. He never loved me, at least not in the way that I wanted him to.

Ashton’s blue eyes peered into mine. I could see the disdain and hurt in his eyes. I knew he wasn’t hurt because he was losing me and our marriage was coming to a timely end. He was far more upset at the fact that his entire political campaign had been smeared.

He was trying to go for governor this year and to be quite honest with you he was a shoe in to win. This divorce was a big red stain that the people of Nevada could not look past. All that he had done to me was now public and all that he had done to my sister was there for the entire world to see on the Internet.

Did I feel bad for him? Absolutely not. He deserved everything that was coming to him. His abuse had gone on for too long and now it was time for him to pay reparations.

“Are we ready to begin?” said my lawyer from beside me.

I nodded

my

head, my eyes never leaving my soon-to-be ex-husband’s face. Ashton’s face remained stoic.

Mr. Steyn. She will also not

I watched the way the rage in his eyes slowly began to build. He was not happy because he was walking away broke. He had tried to mooch me for all my worth

ask again, Mr. and Mrs. Steyn,” my lawyer looked between the two of us.

“Yes.”

of a say in this now

varied, of course, but that didn’t matter. This was happening whether he

placed the paper in front of Ashton and handed

on me like we were in

have done nothing but love you,

held my tongue and I allowed this man to belittle me and play with my emotions. But as of today, I was a free woman. After the ink was placed on that piece of paper I was free to make my own choices

longer his

to fool me with this fake persona. I

was gone

he was.

I

again. You are nothing but a small blip and you will fizzle out. This little divorce will give you five seconds of fame and then you will go back

that was his intention for them but they just slid off my back

the papers,

wanted me to be moved or at the very least hurt by

them. He then slid the document to me and I signed on the dotted line as well.

I was free.

been constant back and forth and

thanked my lawyer before making my way to the door. I didn’t want to nor need