His Unseen Heir, Her Escape

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His Unseen Heir, Her Escape

Gavin
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Chapter 1

My husband stood me up on the biggest night of my career-my first solo art exhibition.

I found him on the news, shielding another woman from a storm of cameras while the entire gallery watched my world collapse.

His text was a final, cold slap in the face: "Kacie needs me. You'll be fine."

For years, he'd called my art a "hobby," forgetting it was the foundation of his billion-dollar company. He had made me invisible.

So I called my lawyer with a plan to use his arrogance against him.

"Make the divorce papers look like a boring IP release form," I told her. "He'll sign anything to get me out of his office."

Chapter 1

Aryana's POV:

Tonight was supposed to be my night. My first solo gallery opening in downtown San Francisco. Not a small show in a coffee shop, but a real, career-making exhibition.

For four years, I'd been hiding in my studio, pouring my soul into charcoal and ink. For four years, I'd been the quiet, artistic wife of tech billionaire Cameron Oneill. Tonight, that was supposed to change. Tonight, I was finally going to be Aryana Mason.

But as I stood in the bright, crowded gallery, I felt the familiar chill of his absence. He wasn't here.

Then I saw it. A news alert, flashing on a stranger's phone.

My husband's face.

He was at a press conference, his powerful frame a fortress around another woman. Kacie Chavez. She looked fragile and artfully distressed. He looked like her protector.

The headline beneath the photo was a punch to the gut. A reporter was quoting him live. I couldn't hear the words, but I saw them in the gallery's hushed whispers and pitying glances. Everyone was watching my public humiliation in real time.

My own phone buzzed. A text from him, sent an hour ago.

Something came up. Kacie needs me. You'll be fine. Congrats.

I think that's when my heart finally gave up. It wasn't a dramatic shatter. It was more like a quiet click, the sound of a lock turning for the last time.

Brenton, the gallery owner, appeared at my side. He didn't have to ask. The evidence was glowing on a dozen screens around us. "I'm sorry, Aryana," he said, his voice a low growl of anger on my behalf. "He's a fool."

"He's busy," I heard myself say. The lie was automatic, a reflex honed from years of practice.

"Come on," Brenton said, gently steering me toward a man in a tailored suit. "The New York Times critic is here. This is still your night."

I spent the next hour on autopilot. I smiled. I shook hands. I talked about my work.

Standing in front of a series of my earliest sketches, I felt a bitter irony. These were the whimsical, intricate designs that had become the soul of "Aether," the app that made Cameron his first billion dollars. My art was literally the foundation of his empire.

He'd loved my art then. Or, at least, he'd loved what it could do for him. Now, he called it my hobby.

He hadn't just forgotten me tonight. He had erased me from his own story.

That was his biggest mistake.

"I need to make a phone call," I told Brenton, my voice impossibly steady. It's amazing how calm you can feel when you have absolutely nothing left to lose.

I walked to the back office, my heels clicking a final, sharp rhythm on the concrete floor.

I didn't call my husband. I called my lawyer.

"Sarah? It's Aryana Mason."

"Aryana! How's the opening?"

"Clarifying," I said, my voice cold and unfamiliar even to me. "Draw up the divorce papers. The ones we talked about."

There was a pause. "Are you sure?"

"Positive," I said. "And I need something else. The signature page. It needs to look exactly like an intellectual property release form. I'll tell him the gallery needs it for the digital catalog, since the early Aether concept art is in the show."

The lie was perfect. It was business. It was the only language he understood.

"That's risky, Aryana," she said after a long silence.

"He won't read it," I said. It wasn't a guess. It was a fact. "He never does. Especially when it's about my work."

For four years, he had made me feel invisible. Now, I was going to use his blindness as my weapon.

"I'll have them for you by morning," she said finally.

"Thank you." I hung up.

I walked back into the bright lights of my gallery. The polite smile was gone from my face. In its place was something new.

Something sharp. Something free.

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