Until He Used Me for a Cruel Charade

I was his "little sister," his pet project, and finally, his wife. But Desmond only married me to secure his inheritance, treating our sacred vows like a hollow corporate merger. While he parades his mistress in front of me and treats our marriage as a sham, he gaslights me with mock-tender touches that burn like acid, acting as if he’s doing me a favor by "training" me for the next man. He thinks I’m still the naive girl who orbits his every move, blindly waiting for his permission to breathe. He has no idea that I’ve already secured the position that will finally take me out of his reach. When I finally serve the divorce papers, will he realize that his "project" has learned exactly how to destroy him?