My husband walks his third pregnant mistress into my law firm and tells me to draft her asset transfer agreement. His boys are taking bets behind him—how many seconds before I lose it and flip my desk. The printer churns out a fat stack of papers. I don’t say a single word. “Yo Ethan, that’s number three. Think your wife’s about to snap?” Ethan pinches the bridge of his nose. His voice is low, almost bored. “She’s fragile. Can’t handle childbirth.” “Once the baby comes, it goes under her name. She keeps the title. She’ll always be Mrs. Ashford.” I slide the sealed agreement across the desk. Force of habit: “This is legally binding upon signature.” Ethan takes it. There’s a tiny crease between his brows—gone in a second. Then he pushes a set of divorce papers toward me. His voice goes soft, almost gentle. “Just sign. It doesn’t mean anything.” “She’s strong enough to carry the baby. Once it’s born, it’s yours on paper. My family backs off. Nobody brings up the infertility thing again.” “You’re still Mrs. Ashford. I’m doing this for you.” He’s pulled this exact stunt twice before. Twice, I played along. This time? I sign my name without blinking. Then I slide a diamond ring onto my left hand—a gift from the most powerful man in Manhattan. … Vanessa rubs her swollen belly, batting her lashes. That sugary little voice of hers fills the room. “Ethan, babe… is Stella upset?” “I mean, she already went and got herself a ring.” Ethan’s eyes drop to my ring finger. His jaw tightens. Something dark flickers behind his gaze. “Stella. Enough.” “You think sticking some random rock on your finger is gonna make me change my mind?” I slide the divorce papers right back at him. “Signed. Tomorrow morning. Nine a.m. Courthouse.” Dead silence. Then his whole crew cracks up. “Girl, you’ve been playing hard to get for three years. You’re not tired?” “For real. The man just wants a kid that’s actually his.” “You can’t pop one out yourself and you won’t let anybody else do it either? What kind of woman—” Ethan rubs his temples. He’s done with me. “Stella. Stop.” “Vanessa’s carrying twins. High-risk pregnancy. Doctor says she needs bed rest.” Vanessa leans into Ethan, eyes going red. “Ethan… I don’t want our babies born in some back-alley hideaway. Like they’re something to be ashamed of.” She peeks up at me. Doe eyes. Trembling lip. “Stella, your penthouse on the Upper East Side… could I maybe stay there? Just while I’m on bed rest?” “The security’s really good. And it’s right near the hospital.” That penthouse is the only thing my parents left me before they died in the crash. “That’s my pre-marital property.” Vanessa flinches like I slapped her. The tears come right on cue—big, fat, rolling drops. “Stella, please don’t be mean. I’m just thinking about the babies.” “If you don’t want me there, it’s fine. I’ll just… take the kids and go back to where I came from.” Ethan pulls her in tight. Then he turns to me. Full command mode. “Stella. What is your problem?” “The place is sitting empty. Move out tonight. Vanessa moves in.” I stare at his face. That face I used to love. All I can think is—God, what a fool I was. “Ethan. Do I need to spell it out for you?” “It’s. My. Apartment.” His expression hardens. “Stella, it’s one apartment. You’ll get it back after the baby comes.” “She’s pregnant. Try seeing the bigger picture for once.” One of his boys jumps in. “Come on, Stella. Vanessa’s giving the Ashford family an heir. You can’t spare one lousy apartment?” I hold Ethan’s gaze. “And if I refuse?” He smirks. Pulls out his phone. “Your firm’s biggest client is Ashford Group. Right?” “Stella, you’re a smart woman. Don’t make me do this the hard way.” He’s threatening my career. The one I built from nothing. For a side piece. I look into those cocky, certain eyes of his. And I laugh. “Fine. I’ll move.” He blinks. Clearly didn’t expect that. A flicker of triumph. His tone goes easy. “There we go. Play nice, and I’ll take care of you. I always do.” “Head back to the estate tonight. I’ll send my assistant with Vanessa tomorrow.” I stand. My gaze sweeps across every face in the room. “I’ll have it cleared out by tonight.” “Ethan—I really hope you don’t regret this.” He snorts. “Relax. Vanessa just needs a place to rest. The apartment’s still yours. Don’t be so dramatic.” Vanessa tips her chin up and hits me with a smug little smile. I don’t look at any of them again. I walk out and shut the door behind me. Through it, I can still hear his boys howling. “Nobody handles wifey like our boy Ethan!” “Once those twins drop, that’s three kids for the big man!” Three kids? I laugh out loud. I hope he’s still laughing like that when the truth comes out.
It’s pouring outside. I go back to the penthouse to pack. There’s not much to take, really. I don’t touch a single thing that belongs to Ethan. I grab my parents’ photo and my Ragdoll cat, Snowball—the one I’ve had for five years. Snowball seems to sense my mood. She licks my fingers, soft and gentle. The lock beeps. Ethan walks in, dripping wet. He sees the suitcase by the door. His brow creases. “You’re really leaving?” “Stella, I told you to move back to the estate. What’s all this?” I stuff the last coat into the suitcase and zip it shut. “The papers are signed. Why would I go back to your family’s house?” “Save your energy, Mr. Ashford. Go take care of your twins.” Ethan strides over and slams his hand down on my suitcase. “Are you done with this?” “I told you—the divorce is just a formality. You really want to make this a thing?” “You’re a woman alone. Without me, without the Ashfords—where exactly are you gonna go?” His eyes are full of certainty. He truly believes I can’t survive on my own. I shove his hand off. “Where I go is none of your business anymore.” Ethan’s face darkens. He’s about to blow up when Vanessa’s call comes in. Soft sobbing bleeds through the speaker. “Ethan, I’m scared without you…” “There’s thunder outside. I’m cramping so bad—is something wrong with the baby?” Ethan’s expression shifts to panic. “Don’t be scared, Vanessa. I’m on my way.” He hangs up and shoots me one cold look. “Stella, you’d better pray nothing happens to Vanessa’s babies.” “Because if it does—I will never let you go.” Then he turns and rushes out into the storm. I watch his frantic back disappear. All I feel is disgust. When I was bleeding out on the operating table, losing our baby—where was he? He was helping his first mistress pick a venue for her baby’s one-month celebration. I close my eyes. I press that memory back down where it belongs. I grab my suitcase, scoop up Snowball, and walk out of this apartment for good. The next morning, I’m at the courthouse right on time. By the end of the day, Ethan still hasn’t shown. His phone goes straight to voicemail. It’s not until I leave that one of his boys calls. “Stella, do you have any conscience at all?” “Vanessa had contractions last night. Ethan was at the hospital with her all night—and you’re sitting at the courthouse trying to force a divorce?” “What, you won’t be happy until you’ve killed his baby?” My voice doesn’t waver. Not even a little. “If he’s busy, we’ll reschedule.” “Tell him to have the breach penalty ready.” I hang up and head straight to the firm. The second I walk through the door, something feels off. Lily rushes over, nearly in tears. “Stella, it’s bad!” “Ashford Group’s legal department just emailed. They’ve unilaterally terminated every single contract with us.” “And they’re telling everyone—anyone who gives us a case is making an enemy of the Ashfords.” I stop dead. My eyes go cold. Ethan is trying to bring me to my knees. He thinks if he cuts off my income, I’ll come crawling back. I open my laptop. My inbox is packed with termination emails—every client I worked so hard to sign. My phone buzzes. A text from Ethan. [Apologize to Vanessa. Promise to behave and stay in your lane as Mrs. Ashford, and I’ll restore the contracts.] [Stella, don’t test my patience.] I stare at the screen and laugh out loud. Always the same. Acting like he’s doing me some grand favor. I don’t reply. I block his number and dial someone else.
The call connects almost instantly. A deep voice comes through. “Well, well. Ethan finally kicked you out?” I stare out the window. “Nathan. You win.” “I’m done with every Ashford case. But I need you to do something for me.” The man on the other end lets out a low laugh. “Just say the word. Forget one favor—I’d hand you all of Manhattan on a silver platter.” “Tell me. What do you need?” My eyes go ice-cold. I say it slowly, word by word. “I want Ashford Group’s cash flow to collapse. Within one month.” Over the next few days, Ethan doesn’t show his face. He probably thinks I’m somewhere panicking over my firm, ready to crawl back to him any second. What he doesn’t know— I’ve already cashed out my shares in the firm at a premium and quietly taken over Foster Corp’s core legal work on the East Coast. That afternoon, I’m walking out of the Foster Corp building after a meeting. My phone rings. It’s the vet. “Ms. Morgan, something’s happened to your cat!” My chest seizes. I race to the clinic. I push through the door and find Snowball on the operating table, soaked in blood, barely breathing. The vet’s hands are covered in red. His face says everything. “Ms. Morgan, the cat suffered severe blunt force trauma. Ruptured organs. We did everything we could…” My mind goes blank. Snowball was a birthday gift from my parents. She got me through countless sleepless, lonely nights. My hands tremble as I stroke her blood-matted fur. Snowball forces her eyes open one last time. She looks at me. Then she stops breathing. “Who did this?” I barely recognize my own voice. The vet sighs and pulls up the security footage from the entrance camera. On screen—Vanessa, wearing sunglasses, holding a golf club. Her bodyguard drags Snowball out of the carrier. Vanessa swings without hesitation. The club comes down hard on Snowball’s body. Again. And again. And again. She doesn’t stop until Snowball goes limp. Then she kicks the body away in disgust. “Stupid animal scratched me. Who does it think it is?” She turns to the bodyguard. “Dump it on the curb. Don’t let Ethan see this mess.” I stare at the screen. My nails are digging into my palms so deep I can’t even feel it. I pull out my phone and call the police. Half an hour later, the officers walk me into what used to be my home. The door opens. Vanessa is curled up in Ethan’s arms. She sees the cops and shrieks, ducking behind him. “Ethan, I’m scared…” Ethan puts himself between us, glaring at me. “Stella, what the hell is wrong with you now?” “You brought cops to my house? Haven’t you embarrassed yourself enough?” I look at him. No warmth. No emotion. “Vanessa is being reported for intentional destruction of property and animal cruelty.” Ethan blinks. Then he sneers. “Over that stupid cat?” “Stella, are you out of your mind? It’s a cat. It’s dead. So what? I’ll buy you ten more.” “Vanessa is pregnant. She can’t handle this kind of stress. Take your people and get out.” I look at the man in front of me. He’s a stranger. “That was my cat. The last thing my parents ever gave me.” “She was just a cat. What did she ever do to deserve being beaten to death?” Vanessa peeks out from behind Ethan, crying on cue. “Stella, stop making things up.” “That cat went crazy and tried to claw my belly. I was protecting the Ashford heir. It was self-defense.” “Or does a cat matter more to you than I do?” Ethan’s eyes sharpen to blades. He charges forward and raises his hand. Crack. The slap lands hard across my face. Blood seeps from the corner of my lip. My ears ring. Ethan jabs his finger at me and screams. “Stella, how evil can you possibly be?” “You can’t have kids yourself, so you use a damn animal to hurt mine?” “If anything—anything—happens to Vanessa’s baby, you will pay for it with your life!” The officer steps between us and pulls Ethan back. “Mr. Ashford, calm down. Striking someone in front of police is an arrestable offense.” Ethan doesn’t even flinch. He smirks and adjusts his cuffs. “Arrest me? Your captain wouldn’t dare look me in the eye. I’m disciplining my wife. Try it.” He turns back to me. Pure threat. “Stella. Last chance.” “Drop the charges. Get on your knees and apologize to Vanessa.” “Or I will make damn sure you never work in this city again.” I wipe the blood from my lip and stare at the two of them. The rage burns so hot it flips all the way back to calm. “Ethan, that slap just killed the last shred of anything between us.” “You want kids so badly?” “Then I wish you all the best—a whole houseful of them.” I turn to the officer. “Officer, the surveillance footage has been submitted. Please proceed by the book.” I walk out without looking back. Behind me, Ethan’s voice cracks with fury. “Stella! Don’t you dare walk away!” “I told you to stay home and think about what you’ve done. So why are you here?”
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