No Love, Only Ruin

My father was jailed, our family disgraced. To save my dying mother, I married Ethan Blackwood, the CEO who ruined us. Our cold wedding; Ethan instantly declared it no love match. My father died a week later. I begged for mercy, but Ethan revealed my father drove his own to suicide-now I was his prisoner, his gilded cage. For five years, I lived as a beautiful facade, a tormented shadow. Ethan's relentless abuse, and his mistress Isabelle, a venomous fixture. Pregnant, a faint hope stirred. But Isabelle faked illness, accusing me of poison. Ethan believed her. He forced an injection, and I lost our child. My world shattered. That last glimmer of light extinguished. My mother' s pact became a cruel joke. He made me swallow contraceptives, then burned the small memorial I made for our son. "He was your son too!" I screamed. "How could you?" Truly nothing left. I walked out and climbed to the Starlight Observation Deck, ready to jump. Ethan appeared, frantic, revealing our son' s actual ashes were safe. Too late. "I'm tired, Ethan. So tired," I whispered, then jumped. I survived, but my will to live was gone. Ethan finally saw the monster he' d become, his revenge's devastating price. He begged for atonement. But as snow fell, my last words: "If there's a next life, let's not meet."