Jenna sat silently by the window, her eyes lost in the blur of passing clouds outside. The phone call earlier had left her shaken—not because of Rex, but because it brought back everything she had buried deep inside. The years she spent with him resurfaced like a bitter storm.
He never treated her like a wife. Never once did she feel the warmth or pride of being his partner. To the Hidalgos, she was nothing more than a vessel—a walking blood bank, valuable only for what she could give, not for who she was.
She had no noble background. No powerful family name to rely on. No formal degree to flaunt. And certainly, in their eyes, no class. She was just a lowly peasant that Rex brought home like a stray animal.
Even when she rose to power, became Vice President of the Anderson Empire, when
