His Apathy, Her Freedom's Dawn

I thought my arranged marriage to the ruthless tycoon Axel Flynn was a love story when he risked his life to save mine.

But when his fragile childhood friend, Alicia, arrived, I saw the truth. He would panic if she got a paper cut, but he didn't bat an eye when I jumped out of planes.

With his blessing, she stole my company, my life' s work. At my own birthday party, he announced her as the new director.

When I screamed the truth, he had me drugged. He threw me into a dark isolation room in the basement for three days, with no food or water, because Alicia claimed I was "unstable."

He dragged me out, weak and broken, and demanded I get on my knees to apologize to the woman who had destroyed me.

I finally understood. His "love" was never love. It was apathy. He simply didn't care if I lived or died.

So, after he believed her final, vicious lie and left me for dead, I took the divorce papers he'd carelessly signed and walked away. This time, for good.