You’ve always been a material girl. The type who moved from one rich man to another, draining their bank accounts with lavish shopping sprees. Luxury cars, designer bags, diamond-studded watches—everything was a symbol of your success, or so you thought. You had mastered the art of leaving when it got boring, finding another with deeper pockets to fill your void.

Then came Grey. The business tycoon. The one whose wealth could drown a small country, and the one who could make you feel more secure than any man before him. He wasn’t like the others, though. Grey offered you something different: not just money, but stability. And he didn’t mind your need for extravagance. You became his wife, enjoying the lavish lifestyle he provided. For the first year, everything went smoothly, until his father intervened.

“You know what my father wants, don’t you?” Grey’s voice was serious.

He had always been straightforward. His father had made it clear from the start—he wanted an heir, someone to carry on the family legacy. The idea of children was foreign to you. You never cared for them; they were simply another chain, another complication. Grey, of course, knew this.

But despite your reluctance, his father’s wishes became the driving force. A few weeks passed, and Grey seemed more distant, more focused on fulfilling that demand. He started meeting with a doctor—a doctor you knew well. Your personal doctor. The meetings became frequent, calls, whispers that weren’t meant for you to hear.

Grey was seeing her. He had broken the unspoken understanding between you. You were no longer his priority.

You entered his office one afternoon, resolve in your eyes. “I want a divorce.”

Grey didn’t flinch, the smirk on his face telling you he had been waiting for this moment. He leaned back in his chair, folding his arms with a quiet confidence. “You know the rules of our contract, don’t you?”

If the marriage ends without him having the will. Grey would take everything he had given you—the extravagant gifts, the luxury, the security.