Breaking The Script: My Billionaire Husband

in her hand. She dropped it onto the marble kitchen island with a sharp

It was too bright. It made the throbbing behind her eyes worse. She pressed

t now,

he marble countertop, a rapid, irritating rhythm that made Justina's stomach churn

to owe the network three million dollars in breach of contract fe

was ready. It was the official promotional post for the reality show Perfect

hit the back of her throat. Sh

Her voice was thin. It sounded l

down, his fingers wrapping tightly around her wrist. His

choice," he spat.

The crushing weight of the debt, the contract, and the sheer force of Miles's ange

finger, she tapped

ist immediately. He s

arted emitting a rapid, piercing series of n

reen, his eyes wide wi

s engagement

She forced herself to look at the

so fast they blurred together, but the top comment was pi

Enjoy your bald, Harvey Weinstein look

ntally clicked on a picture thread. It was a series of crude, highly edited photos of h

the room fe

a notepad and started writing down the trending hashtag numbers. "Ha

host was laughing loudly. The banner at the bottom of the screen read: Justina Cash's Sugar Daddy Scanda

picture of Haylie Cunningham appeared. The banner changed to: America's Sweetheart Finds Tru

ch. Her heart contracted painfully. A hot, suffocating sen

le of fabric onto

ve broadcast tomorrow

on pink, covered in cheap sequins, and the neckline was cut so low it was

to push the ug

shed the sequins, a violent s

he center of her skull. She gasped, her

ere not her memories, but they felt mor

a camera crew. She saw millions of comments calling her a whore. She saw herself losing every contra

kward, her chair scraping loudly against the floor. She st

ed. She was hy

ew his hands up in the air. "Do not start actin

r head was deafening. Fragments of information were slam

ed in elegant letters. The author's name was the

. A stupid, vain, brainless side character designed to ma

r knees gave out. She collapsed onto the expensive

He pulled his phone o

tant who was hovering in the hallway. "She

, talking loudly to a PR contact about maxim

low, rattling breath in through her n

haking, but the panic was starting to re

on the table. She looked

her entire life. A script written to destroy her. Every stupid decision, every fak

s call. He tur

ded. "Try on the dress. We need to

word. She stood up. He

arble island. She picked

ed, lookin

tainless steel trash can in the corner of the kitchen

ut of his head. His mouth open

are you doing

press her temples. She just looked at him. Her eyes were completely

tep back. He had never

ass of ice water from the c

oured the freezing water d

er gasp, but it washed away the heavy, suffocating layers of foundation and po

y glass down wit

elevision. Her hair was soaked. Her face was completely

eautiful. Sh

wn reflection and m

with the