Chapter 1
The year Ronan Henstone hated me most, the golden boy of New York brought home countless girls.
After their one–night stands, he’d force me handle the aftermath–paying them off.
I cried, I fought–I even got into a fight with some Instagram model and ended up in the hospital.
But in the end, I’d still go numb and sign one seven–figure check after another
Just hoping he’d keep sending money to Mom’s medical bills on time.
Until Mom’s heart stopped again, and she was rushed to critical care.
I called him with shaking hands, but Ronan ordered the hospital to throw my mother out of the ICU.
“Sherry Rovella, that’s not how you ask for shit. I don’t like your attitude.”
Panicked, I rushed home through the pouring rain and fell to my knees, begging.
But he forced me to stand outside his door and listen their moans all night.
When dawn finally broke, I hurried to hand him the check.
Before I could even begin to plead for mercy, his hand struck my face, snapping my head to the side.
The fresh–faced college girl who’d been hooking up with him all night burst into tears, her face streaked with
mascara:
“Ronan, is this bitch treating me like some prostitute? We’re in love–what gives her the right to humiliate me with
money!”
Ronan’s brow furrowed with displeasure. “Sherry, apologize right now! Or you want your mother to die?”
The hospital had just informed me that Mom took her last breath last night–biting through her oxygen tube in a
final act of clarity to end her own life.
She’d used the last remaining strength to leave me a note written in blood:
“Sherry, Mom can’t be your burden anymore.”
I stared at the words on my screen for a long time, tears streaming uncontrollably down my face.
Ronan grabbed my chin impatiently, forcing me to look up.
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“Sherry Rovella, did you forget you’re still begging me to sign your mom’s emergency treatment authorization? Apologize!”
When he saw my tears, he froze for a moment. A flash of disgust crossed his eyes before he roughly shoved my face away, lowering his voice:
He shoved my face away and lowered his voice:
“Enough with the sob story, Sherry. Who are you trying to fool? Just sweet–talk my baby here, and I’ll sign for the hospital’s top medical team–everything, anything you want!”
But there was nothing left I needed him to sign.
Except… divorce papers.
I looked up at him bitterly. “Ronan Henstone, you’ll really sign anything?”
Before he could answer, I quickly pulled the divorce papers from my purse. I stepped forward, hiding the side of my face that wasn’t swollen–and said hoarsely:
“I’m sorry, miss. I was too rude and tarnished your relationship. Please forgive me.”
Ronan’s face darkened, his displeasure reaching its peak.
“Louder!”
“I’m sorry! I was wrong!”
SLAP! My face immediately burned with pain, and a thick, foul odor hit my nostrils.
I opened my eyes in shock. Torn lace panties fell from my cheek to the floor, leaving a revolting stain.
The new college girl Ronan was screwing–Natalie Parvis–pouted innocently:
“Lady, saying sorry doesn’t fix anything. You need to make it up to me with actions.”
She wrapped herself around Ronan’s arm and acted cute.
“Babe, these are all the designer clothes you bought me after you ripped mine off in the car. Now they’re all dirty. How am I supposed to go back to campus this afternoon?”
“I want sister to wash them for me~”
Clothes was soaked in in the filthy and suffocating scent of their intimate moments, stinging my eyes with their overwhelming stench.
All these years I’d been humbled to dust. But Ronan still gave me some dignity as Mrs. Henstone.
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Now… had I really sunk so low as to serve his mistress?
I clenched my fists tight.
Ronan’s eyes fell on the papers in my hand. He thought it was another expensive treatment contract.
The air around us grew heavy.
“What the fuck are you waiting for! Don’t you want your mom to live?!”
“Or do you feel wronged? Sherry Rovella, when you kept me from seeing my mom one last time, did you know this day would come?!”
My heart was breaking. The bitterness rising in my throat kept choking me.
But I didn’t fight back. I just picked up the scattered shorts and tank tops, and closed the bathroom door.
Behind me, the door started shaking:
“Enough, enough! Babe, my back hurts. Huh~ huh~”
I glanced back. Ronan had Natalie pinned against the door, his lust–filled eyes mocking me.
In that moment our eyes met, I suddenly remembered that stormy night years ago.
In front of the his mother’s crematory furnace–flames roaring like hell itself, he grabbed my throat and snarled:
“Sherry Rovella, you hid my mom’s cancer from me just for that damn money! Do you even have any
shame?”
After that night, Ronan totally changed from being the man who would’ve moved heaven and earth for me to New York’s biggest playboy.
And I went from being his cherished princess to the most famous cuckold wife in our social circle.
The two of them got more heated while I just quietly cleaned the holes Ronan had torn, washing the filth off those
clothes.
Along with washing away the fierce love I once had for him–it all went down the drain.
I stood there silently for a long time, waiting for them to finish their pleasure.
Then I walked out from behind the door with divorce papers clutching in hand.
“Ronan, Miss Parvis’s clothes are washed and pressed. You should sign now.”
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.