He Destroyed Me, Now He Wants Me Back

In our seventh year of marriage, my husband dug up my parents' urn and set it right in front of me. Then he gave me two choices. "Either you hand over your design to Fiona for the competition, or I scatter your parents' ashes into the ocean." I clutched the design I had just finished, tears blurring my vision, and gave in. The next day, a photo of Fiona Johnson sitting on a yacht, scattering ashes into the sea, went viral. Under the photo, Zane Hayes commented. Zane: I'd give you everything I have. My eyes fell on the corner of the image, where the urn sat quietly. My blood ran cold. Me and my dead parents, we were nothing more than props he used to please Fiona. A man like that is not worth keeping. ***** I tapped into Fiona's feed and saw the post that had already racked up tens of thousands of comments. Fiona: Being loved like this means I can do whatever I want. Short caption, but every word screamed how much Zane favored her. Below the text was the now wildly copied “yacht ash-scattering photo.” No one knew whose ashes she was scattering. My parents'. I looked up at the TV mounted on the wall. Fiona was on stage, holding my design, accepting the Grand Prize at the Young Designers Competition. The one presenting her the award was Zane. The host asked him to say a few words about Fiona. Zane, who never liked speaking in public, picked up the microphone. "Fiona is the most talented designer I've ever seen." Fiona smiled sweetly. "All my inspiration comes from the man who loves me the most." The crowd erupted into screams, pushing the ceremony to its peak. I lifted my hand to my cheek. It was soaked with tears. The man who once swore under the moonlight that he would spend his life protecting me and my dreams now had eyes only for someone else. I made a call and asked my lawyer to come over. Then I took out the divorce agreement from the safe. Zane had signed it back when we first got married. He told me that if he ever did something that broke my heart, I could punish him by making him lose the woman he loved most. I had no interest in punishing him. I just wanted to use it to buy my freedom. I had just finished signing when the lawyer arrived. He stared at the document, clearly stunned. "Why would Mr. Hayes agree to a divorce?" But the signature was real. I didn't explain. I just asked him to get the divorce finalized as quickly as possible and deliver it to Zane. The lawyer had barely left when Zane came home. The moment he walked in, his face was dark. "Did you take the ring I made for Fiona?" I looked at him, expression blank. "I don't know what ring you're talking about." His gaze shifted to the TV, where the news replayed. "I gave her an award, and you got so jealous you hid the ring I gave her? Trying to ruin her celebration?" Before I could even respond, he gestured to the bodyguards nearby. "Take her to the party." "Zane, I…" The rest of my words were cut off when a foul-smelling cloth was shoved into my mouth. His long fingers brushed lightly against my cheek. "Faye, be good. Don't make Fiona upset." His voice was cold, and my body started trembling uncontrollably. The last time I heard those words was half a month ago, at Fiona's birthday party. He forced me to attend. The moment I arrived, the nine-tier cake collapsed. Fiona glared at me, eyes red with anger and grievance. "I just wanted a normal birthday, and you had someone sabotage the cake Zane gave me? What is wrong with you?"