He Thought I Was A Doormat Until I Ruined Him.
NOVEL STATUS: ON GOING
PUBLISHED CHAPTERS: 200+ CHAPTERS
He Thought I Was A Doormat Until I Ruined Him – Sneak Peek
The sound was not a bang, but a steady, high-pitched whine. It was the sound of a heart monitor flatlining.
Skye Sterling could feel the cold seeping into her marrow, starting at her fingertips and clawing its way up toward her chest. The operating theater was blindingly white, a sterile purgatory where she was bleeding out. Her uterus had been removed in a desperate attempt to stop the hemorrhaging caused by stress-induced organ failure, but the blood wouldn’t clot. It just kept flowing—warm and sticky—pooling beneath her on the steel table.
She couldn’t move her head, but her eyes, heavy with the weight of death, drifted to the phone held by the trembling nurse. The nurse had put it on speaker.
“Mr. Kensington,” the nurse’s voice cracked, thick with panic. “Please, your wife… the surgery… she’s critical. We need you to come.”
There was a pause on the other end. A silence that stretched longer than Skye’s remaining lifespan. Then, a giggle. Light and airy, like wind chimes in a summer breeze.
Seraphina Miller.
“Liam is in the shower,” Seraphina’s voice came through, sweet and poisonous. “Stop calling, Skye. It’s pathetic. Faking a medical emergency on our anniversary? Even for you, that’s low.”
Skye wanted to scream, but her throat was full of fluid. She wanted to say she wasn’t faking, that she was dying, that the stress of five years of neglect and three years of watching her husband parade his mistress around had finally broken her body.
Then, a deeper voice mumbled in the background.
Liam.
“Who is it?” he asked, sounding bored.
“Just the hospital again,” Seraphina laughed. “She’s probably having a panic attack because you didn’t buy her a gift.”
“Hang up,” Liam said. His voice was cold. Detached. “If she dies, call the funeral home. I have a meeting in the morning.”
Click.
𝗧𝘩is 𝘤𝘰𝗻𝘁е𝗇𝘁 𝗂𝘀 а𝗎𝘁h𝖾ո𝘁і𝗰 𝖿𝘳о𝗺 𝖻e𝗅𝘯𝘰v𝖾𝗅𝘴.𝖼om
The line went dead. And a second later, so did Skye.
The darkness was absolute. It wasn’t peaceful; it was heavy, suffocating—a black ocean crushing her lungs. She screamed into the void, a silent, agonizing wail of regret. Regret for loving a man who saw her as a nuisance. Regret for letting the Sterling family name rot while she played the role of the submissive housewife. Regret for dying without ever having lived.
Then, the air rushed back in.
It hit her lungs like a sledgehammer. Skye gasped, her body convulsing violently on the mattress. Her eyes flew open, wide and terrified, staring blindly into the darkness. She clutched her chest, her fingers digging into the silk of her pajamas, expecting to feel the thick bandages, the surgical staples, the wetness of blood.
But there was nothing. Just smooth, unbroken skin. Her heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic bird trapped in a cage.
Thump-thump-thump.
Alive.
She was alive.
Skye sat up, disoriented. The room smelled of lavender and expensive polish. Moonlight filtered through heavy velvet curtains, illuminating the familiar contours of the master bedroom at Kensington Manor.
But it was wrong.
The furniture was arranged differently. The vase on the nightstand was the one she had broken in a fit of rage three years ago.
Her trembling hand reached out and grabbed the smartphone on the bedside table. She tapped the screen. The light blinded her for a second.
May 12th.
She blinked.
The year… the year was five years ago.
The phone slipped from her fingers and landed on the duvet with a soft thud. The realization didn’t come as a wave; it came as a physical blow to the stomach.
She wasn’t dead.
She was back.
Back to the day of her first wedding anniversary.
The day the humiliation truly began.
The door to the bedroom opened without a knock.
Skye stiffened. Her instincts, honed by years of walking on eggshells, screamed at her to lie back down, to be small, to be invisible.
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