Once Invisible, Now Irreplaceable

For three years, I was married to a man who didn't even know what I looked like.

Our marriage was nothing more than a business deal struck to save my family's company. And so, I became his wife in name only-invisible to him, despised by his family, and used by my own.

On the night of his return, a setup landed us in the same bed. Yet when he woke up, he mistook me for some random gold-digger.

Minutes later, right in front of me, he ordered his lawyer to track down his wife so he could get a divorce.

I didn't say a word. Since he was so eager to reunite with his old flame, I signed the papers and walked out of his life without asking for a single penny.

Little did he know, the wife he cast aside was also the brilliant designer he deeply admired, the woman he found irresistibly alluring, and the one he had shared that unforgettable night with.

After our divorce, the secrets began to unravel. When he finally learned the truth, he wanted me back. But it was too late. I was no longer the meek wife willing to endure anything.