My Wife, My Blackmailer
You want a divorce?" Louisās voice was cold, unreadable.
"Yes," I typed on my iPad. "And this time, I wonāt beg."
For five years, I was nothing more than a ghost in my own marriage. A substitute bride, a deaf and mute wife who meant nothing to him. Louis never looked at me, never touched me. He paraded his mistresses in front of me, making sure I knew my place, nowhere. But I had secrets of my own.
I wasnāt deaf. And I wasnāt weak.
When I was kidnapped, I expected Louis to come for me. He didnāt. His indifference shattered me, but it also set me free. I made a deal with the devil, a dangerous man who helped me blackmail my own husband. If Louis wouldnāt let me go, I would destroy him.
But things spiraled out of control.
Now, Iām trapped. Not just between two dangerous men but between my heart and my freedom. Because despite everything⦠I think I still love him.