He Called Me Worthless, So I Left Him With Nothing

On our wedding anniversary, I had planned to tell him the truth I had hidden for years—about my identity, my family, and the gift waiting in my hands, meant to secure everything he had been chasing.

But just as I raised my hand to knock, the voices inside stopped me cold.

"The surrogate is already two months along. Aunt Hillary must be thrilled."

My fingers tightened around the medical report.

"She's healthy," Adam said casually. "The pregnancy is stable."

Someone laughed. "And your wife? Still clinging on?"

"She won't leave," he replied calmly. "She has nowhere to go."

Another voice scoffed. "After three miscarriages, she still thinks she's irreplaceable?"

Adam chuckled. "Some women are just defective. I married her to repay a debt—nothing more."

So this was it.

The man I had saved, the man I had loved, had never truly chosen me. To him, I was useful, obedient, and disposable.

If that was the case, then I would give him exactly what he expected.

That night, I agreed to return to the arranged marriage I once fled.

Adam believed I had nowhere to go.

He didn't know that the day I disappeared was the day he lost everything he had been trying to take from me.