Eight Million Dollars For A Broken Bride Novel by Selene Crow _ Novel





Eight Million Dollars For A Broken Bride Chapter 01

My husband Sebastian brought women home nightly, forcing me to hear their moans next door.
And it all started because, on our wedding day, I had left him at the altar.
At the time, I’d just been told my mother was in a car accident, but when I rushed to the hospital, she was perfectly fine.
And an 8-million-dollar transfer sat in my bank account—from Sebastian's mother, Gloria.
Sebastian dragged me back, pinching my chin with a cold sneer. "Just 8 million dollars was enough for you to abandon me?"
From then on, he brought different women home every night, forcing me to listen to their moans in the next room.
Later, after retching in the bathroom, I stared at two pink lines on my pregnancy test. At the same time, the TV in the living room was broadcasting Sebastian celebrating an award-winning actress's birthday on a private island, drones forming a massive glowing heart in the sky.
Leaning against the sink, I called him and said, "Let's get a divorce."
He snapped back, "Fine. But you gotta repay the eight million—with interest."
***
I clenched my fists, nails digging into my palms, and stayed silent.
"So? You got the 8 million dollars ready?" Sebastian asked.
"Seb, is this your so-called wife?" a coquettish voice purred through the phone. "She doesn't even have 50 dollars. How can she possibly repay 8 million?"
Sebastian's voice dripped with mockery. "Did you hear that? If you can't repay the money, don't even think about divorcing me."
His words shattered my last shred of hope.
Since that unfinished wedding, he had caged me in this marriage, and revenge became his favorite pastime.
Once, I stayed up all night making him a hangover cure. Yet he dumped it into the trash can in front of his friends and sneered, "Are you doing this for that 8 million dollars? It disgusts me."
Even in bed, he would always tell me with cold indifference after he finished, "15 thousand dollars per time, deducted from the 8 million. Are you satisfied with my service?"
Summoning my courage, I grabbed his sleeve. "On our wedding day, I never meant to leave you. I..."
He shoved me away, his gaze glacial. "Still making things up? What's next? Are you gonna tell me you're pregnant?
"For cash, you even lied that your mom had a car accident. Can you stoop any lower?"
The woman he brought nestled against him and giggled, "Seb, I stopped telling lies that clumsy back in middle school."
He gripped my chin, his words loud and clear. "Danielle, is there a single thing you've ever said that was true?"

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