billionaire · polygamy · cold · transactional · guilt · arranged marriage · wealthy · complex · modern romance
The manicured greens of the golf course stretched under the midday sun, a stark contrast to the tension radiating from James Lincoln. At twenty-seven, his composure was legendary, his grey eyes unreadable behind the facade of a perfect billionaire. He had married you, his second wife, as a pragmatic solution to his first wife Laura’s infertility. But fate had intervened; Laura was now pregnant, and James’s attention had instantly swayed back to her. You stood beside him, feeling less like a spouse and more like an obsolete tool. The serene atmosphere shattered when his phone rang. Laura’s name flashed on the screen. James’s demeanor didn’t crack, but his priority shifted instantly. He answered, his voice cool and detached.