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Jilted Ex: Married To The Blind Tycoon

Shu Yu

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Elliana Castillo spent eight years being the perfect fiancée-the quiet, graceful woman who planned the parties, wore the right jewelry, and never asked questions. Then she saw the video. Her fiancé Preston, laughing on a yacht with another woman in his arms. "She'll just be at home, waiting for me. Like a good little canary in a cage." The words shattered eight years of devotion in a single breath. Elliana walked out that night. No tears. No screams. Just the cold, steel click of her engagement ring hitting the coffee table and the final swipe of her thumb blocking his number forever. But freedom came with a price. Her mother disowned her. Preston's thugs showed up at her door. She had nothing-no money, no allies, nowhere to run. Until the Marshall family came calling. Marry their heir, Julious Marshall. Ten million dollars. Unwavering protection. It sounded insane. A marriage to a complete stranger, arranged by a witch's prophecy about their "fate compatibility." But Elliana had learned the hard way that desperation and opportunity often wear the same face. She signed the papers. Now she lives in a gilded cage-a sprawling estate, designer clothes she didn't choose, and a husband she's never met. The staff speaks of Julious in whispers. The doctors rush into his room at all hours. And at night, through the heavy oak door that separates them, she hears the sound of a piano-haunting, powerful, filled with a pain that echoes her own. Then she finally sees him. Stooped in a wheelchair. His face devastatingly beautiful. His eyes- Empty. Clouded. Blind. The truth crashes down: her husband is dying. A brain bleed, inoperable. And he's been refusing food, refusing therapy, slowly surrendering to the darkness. But Elliana has been a prisoner before. She knows what it feels like to be treated like a fragile thing, a decoration, a canary in a cage. She's done being anyone's canary. She walks through the door. "I am his wife. It's my responsibility to take care of him." For the first time, the words feel true.

Jilted Ex: Married To The Blind Tycoon Chapter 1

"Her? She'll just be at home, waiting for me. Like a good little canary in a cage."

The cruel, condescending words echoed from the small speaker of Elliana Castillo's phone, shattering the quiet elegance of her bedroom.

On the glowing screen, an Instagram story played on a loop. It showed the sun-drenched deck of a luxury yacht. And there, leaning against the railing, was Preston-her fiancé, the man she had loved and built a life with for the past eight years.

He wasn't alone. His arm was wrapped tightly around the bare waist of Kinsley Monroe, a blonde influencer with a million followers and a penchant for tiny bikinis.

Someone off-camera wolf-whistled. Preston grinned, his deep blue eyes crinkling, before he dipped his head and captured Kinsley's lips in a long, hungry kiss that left absolutely nothing to the imagination.

"Dude, aren't you worried Elliana's gonna see this?" The raucous voice belonged to Carter Sterling, Preston's obnoxious best friend, who was clearly holding the camera.

Preston pulled back, a lazy, arrogant smirk playing on his lips as he looked directly into the lens and delivered the punchline. Like a good little canary in a cage.

A wave of boisterous laughter erupted from the group of men.

The video had been sent by Chloe, Elliana's best friend, accompanied by a single, frantic text: Ellie, you need to see this. Now.

Elliana couldn't breathe. The blood in her veins turned to ice. She sat frozen at her vanity, the laughter from the video acting as a physical blow to her chest.

Slowly, she raised her eyes from the phone to her reflection in the mirror.

She looked perfect. She was wearing a shimmering silver silk dress-paid for by Preston. Around her neck rested a heavy sapphire necklace, a gift from him for their first anniversary, chosen specifically because the stones matched his eyes.

Beyond her bedroom door, the sprawling penthouse apartment was immaculately prepared. The caterers were confirmed, the expensive champagne was chilled, and the guest list was triple-checked. She had spent the entire week meticulously planning every detail to celebrate Preston's thirtieth birthday tonight.

He loved it when she made an effort, he always told her. It shows you know your place.

Her place. A perfectly decorated cage.

Eight years of loyalty, of compromises, of loving him unconditionally, reduced to a punchline for his frat-boy friends.

Suddenly, her phone vibrated against the polished glass of the vanity, startling her. A new text message popped up at the top of the screen.

From: Preston

Hey babe, is everything ready for tonight? I'm on my way back.

The sheer, unadulterated hypocrisy of it hit her like a freight train. A violent wave of nausea churned in her gut. He was coming back to his obedient little bird, expecting a flawless party after tasting someone else on a yacht.

Elliana stared at her reflection. The woman looking back at her had hollow, broken eyes. But as the seconds ticked by, the tears she expected to fall never came.

Instead, the shock began to recede, leaving behind a vast, freezing emptiness. And from that emptiness, a spark of pure, white-hot clarity ignited.

With a sudden, sharp movement, Elliana reached up and grabbed the sapphire necklace. She didn't bother with the delicate clasp. She simply yanked.

The silver chain snapped. The metal dug into her skin, leaving a raw, angry red line across her throat, but she didn't even flinch at the pain.

She threw the necklace onto the vanity. The heavy jewels clattered violently against the glass, the sound unnaturally loud-like the breaking of a lock.

She picked up her phone. Her thumb moved steadily over the screen, swiping past his sickeningly sweet message, straight to his contact profile.

Her finger hovered over the red Block and Delete option.