The Billionaire Made Me A Homewrecker Chapter 2

An NDA arrived at my apartment before she did.

It was from a top-tier law firm. The terms were simple: if I ever disclosed my relationship with Natalie, I would owe her estate damages in the tens of millions. But the most devastating part was a single line in the "Background" section: Natalie and Benjamin Sterling are legally married.

That meant our marriage certificate—the one framed on my nightstand—was a forgery.

The betrayal was deeper and uglier than I could have imagined. I was about to tear the document to shreds when Natalie walked in. She was still in her designer suit, her makeup flawless, looking entirely out of place in our cramped, one-bedroom apartment.

Her expression had softened, but there was no remorse in it.

"Casey, just sign it. It's better for everyone."

I was shaking so hard I could barely stand. "What was I to you? For five years, Natalie... what was I?"

She sighed, looking up at the ceiling as if I were an inconvenienced child. "Can we not do this? Benjamin and I were an arranged match since we were kids. Marrying him was inevitable. Why can't we just go back to how things were? You didn't know then, and you don't have to acknowledge it now."

My silence, my refusal to just "go along with it," finally snapped her patience. She grabbed my hand, and before I could pull away, she pressed my thumb into a hidden ink pad and slammed it onto the signature line of the document.

As she walked toward the door, she threw one last comment over her shoulder. "I trust you’ll be smart about this. Don't be stubborn."

The small cut on my hand from her jewelry throbbed, but it was nothing compared to the hole in my chest. She was willing to break me to protect the life she built with him.

The next morning, I went to work, only to find my boss waiting for me at the entrance.

"You're done here, Casey. Effective immediately. Orders from the top. There’s nothing I can do."

I thought of my mother, whose chronic illness required expensive monthly medication. "You can't just fire me without cause! I'll sue!"

The manager laughed, a cruel, thin sound. "Go ahead. The woman who made the call can buy and sell this entire block before your lawyer even picks up the phone. Honestly, being a home-wrecker is a risky career choice. You should have saved your money."

He slammed the door, leaving me with that word ringing in my ears. Home-wrecker.

I walked home in a daze, only to find my key wouldn't turn in the lock. I tried it a dozen times before the building's security guard approached me.

"Give it up. Management got a call. You’re evicted. Your stuff is by the dumpsters."

He pointed to a pile of black trash bags. For the second time that day, I was locked out of my own life.

I sat on the curb with my bags, feeling the walls of the world closing in. It was almost time to send money home for my mother’s treatment. In a fit of desperation, I called Natalie.

"Why are you doing this? Why are you destroying me?"

On the other end, I heard the sound of glass breaking and muffled shouting. Natalie’s voice came through in a hissed whisper.

"You did this to yourself! Benjamin found out about you! I warned you!"