The Billionaire's Hidden Wife

Episode 6

His grip tightened even more, the pain shooting through Catherine’s wrist as coldness seeped into her body. A shiver ran through her, and a wave of humiliation washed over her like an unstoppable tide.

She had known from the day they were married that he hated her, but she had never realized how deep that hatred truly went.

“What do you want from me?” she whispered, her voice breaking. “What do I have to do to make this stop? Please… don’t torture me like this.”

“Torture?” His anger only flared at her plea. His eyes, glazed with the influence of alcohol, were more terrifying than ever, radiating a fierce, almost predatory energy that sent a chill down her spine. “Didn’t you say you loved me? Didn’t you scheme your way into becoming my wife, Catherine? It’s only been two years, and you already think this is torture? I remember well the dirty tricks you used to drive Nora away to get what you wanted. Do you want me to remind you of them?”

“Stop… Please, stop!” Hearing him mention that incident shattered her completely. It was a wound she could never face, a sin she could never forgive herself for. And hearing it come from his mouth only made her feel like she was falling into an endless abyss.

Her facade crumbled, and before she realized it, her face was wet with tears. She looked at him with desperation and screamed, “Yes, it’s all my fault! I’m the one who ruined everything. I wronged you, I wronged Nora. If you hate me so much, then just kill me. But stop humiliating me like this!”

Her anguished cry, her raw emotion, did nothing to soften his heart. If anything, it only fueled his rage. “Catherine,” he growled, “you’re my wife now. You’ll follow my rules. I’ll deal with you however I see fit. Don’t think for a second you can tell me what to do.”

His words hit her like a blow, the tension in the air coiling tighter with every syllable. It was like a crushing weight in her chest, suffocating her, shattering what little resolve she had left. Without giving her a moment to catch her breath, Alex grabbed her and yanked her out of the room.

The door slammed open, startling Aaron, who had been standing guard outside. He jumped at the sudden noise but didn’t have time to ask what happened before Alex barked an order. “Take her home.”

Without sparing a glance at Catherine’s disheveled state, Alex dragged her out of the club and shoved her into the car.

The air conditioning inside was cranked up, the cold air biting at her skin, much like the icy wall Alex had built between them. The chill seeped into her bones, echoing the coldness she now felt from him—any warmth that once existed between them had long since vanished.

Yes, it had been her fault. She had humiliated him in public, forced him into a marriage he didn’t want, and driven away the woman he loved most. His love for Nora was as deep as his hatred for her, and there was no way she could ever understand the depth of that love. But was this truly fair? Did she really deserve to suffer like this for the rest of her life?