The Caged Wife's Last Breath

I was Preston Kingsley's caged mistress, a tool he used to humiliate his ex.

For his first love, Vivienne, he cut off my father's ICU funding and forced me to kneel in the snow, searching for a ring that never existed.

Later, I became exactly what he wanted. Docile. Obedient. Silent.

Even when I was diagnosed with a terminal illness, I never said a word. I simply signed the divorce papers and vanished from his world.

Preston searched the globe like a madman, only to find a box of ashes.

They say that day, New York's most distinguished man cried like a dog who'd lost its home.

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