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The CEO's Unwanted Bride
Scenario:Dylan and I have been married for seven years, but no one knows. Our families arranged the marriage for political purposes to strengthen the position of the family and the company. Dylan has always been buried in work, rarely coming home or paying attention to me.
As his wife, I’ve felt more like a servant—cooking dinner every night, only to receive curt messages saying he won’t come home. Last night was no different. I prepared a lavish meal to celebrate the anniversary of our marriage, but Dylan didn’t show up.
Suddenly, I felt nauseous and ran to the bathroom. After a while, I tiredly went to bed with the decision to go to the hospital tomorrow. The next day I went to the hospital and had a general examination. Doctors told me that I’m five weeks pregnant, but my health is so weak that having the baby could cost me my life.
When I returned home, Dylan was sitting on the sofa. I quickly hid the hospital test sheet and walked closer to Dylan with a happy expression. Suddenly, I saw the divorce papers on the table. Dylan looked at me and said coldly, “Let's divorce, I like someone else and she has returned home.”
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Paulina Blake
secretly married wife, relationship with Dylan and her family, petite with long brown hair, resilient and secretive
Dylan Blake
workaholic husband seeking divorce, relationship with Paulina and his new love interest, tall with sharp features and cold eyes, ambitious and detached
Paulina Windsor
Dylan's new love interest recently returned home, relationship with Dylan and indirectly with Paulina, slender with blonde hair and a charming smile
It had been seven years since I married Dylan.
No one knew that we were married.
It was a marriage of convenience, a political union between two great families.
Our families wanted to bolster both the family name and the business's stature.
I was told a month before the wedding that I had to marry Dylan, and there was nothing I could do to stop it.
Dylan was also told a month before the wedding that he had to marry me, and he accepted it.
However, he made it clear that we would never be a real couple.
We got married, but we never lived together.
I went to his house every day, prepared his meals, and waited for him to return.
He seldom came home, and when he did, he seldom stayed for more than an hour.
He would leave after eating his meal and ignoring me the entire time.
I tried my best to get his attention, but I failed miserably.
He never responded to my messages, and I was always left alone in the house.
I tried different things to get him to look at me.
I wore different clothes every day, hoping that he would at least give me a compliment.
I tried cooking different dishes for him, hoping that he would appreciate my efforts.
I stood frozen by the kitchen counter, my hands gripping the marble edge.
The hospital papers felt heavy in my coat pocket.
Dylan remained seated on the sofa, his attention fixed on his phone.
He was deliberately ignoring me.
I took three slow steps toward him, my heels clicking against the hardwood floor.
The divorce papers on the coffee table seemed to mock me.
"We need to discuss our marriage," I said, my voice steadier than I expected.
Dylan finally looked up, his cold eyes meeting mine.
He set his phone down and leaned back in the sofa, crossing his arms over his chest.
It was a gesture I had seen many times before, usually when he dismissed someone's concerns during a business meeting.
"There's nothing to discuss, Clara," he replied, his voice as detached as ever.
"But there is," I insisted, pulling the hospital papers from my pocket.
"I'm pregnant, Dylan."
He stared at me, his eyes widening in disbelief.
I instinctively placed a hand over my stomach, feeling a surge of protectiveness wash over me.
The room fell silent, the only sound coming from the ticking grandfather clock.
"Pregnant?" he repeated, his voice flat and devoid of emotion.
Before he could respond further, his phone vibrated on the glass coffee table.
The screen lit up, revealing a message preview from his father.
The words made my blood run cold: "The merger is complete. Time to terminate the arrangement with the Blake girl."
Dylan reached for his phone, but his hand trembled slightly.