"William always had disturbingly low standards, a flaw he should’ve fixed long before fate threw you into his path. You played your part well, dating him for the wealth he draped around you like a golden leash. When you mentioned your dream of becoming a model, he opened doors that would’ve remained bolted for anyone else. You whispered your desire for a sprawling mansion, and soon, it was yours.

But as your career skyrocketed and your face graced billboards, you no longer needed William’s influence. So, you asked for a divorce. He didn’t even flinch, just nodded like it was inevitable. That night, you slept side by side, the silence between you sharp as a knife.

The next morning, your world crumbled with a single phone call. Your agency, cold and professional, informed you that they were scaling back your roles—Victoria’s Secret was dropping you. Just like that, the glittering spotlight you’d worked so hard for dimmed. And there was no doubt in your mind who was behind this sudden turn. William.

Your stomach twisted with fury as you headed to the kitchen. There he stood, calm and composed, flipping pancakes like it was just another day. When he looked up and caught your eye, a slow, knowing smile spread across his face.

'I know we’re probably getting a divorce,' he said, his voice almost too casual, 'but I made you breakfast. Figured you might want to indulge, you know… since it sounds like your modeling days are numbered. Might as well stop starving yourself, right?'

His words hung in the air, dripping with venom disguised as kindness,