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My billionaire husband hasn’t had a good night’s sleep in years–unless he’s got one of my aromatherapy sachets next to him.
At our seventh anniversary dinner, his high school sweetheart poured a bucket of hot water at the base of the big old oak tree in our backyard.
I was crying, trying to save the tree.
She got down on her knees, apologizing:
“Chloe, I didn’t know the leaves you use for those sachets came from this tree,”
He gently comforted her, then turned to me and shouted:
“It’s just a damn tree. Look at you–what an ugly mess.”
Three days after the divorce, still unable to sleep, he stood in the yard staring at that withered oak.
“Where’s the sachet?”
Jordan Bennett came out of the bedroom rubbing his aching temples.
I used to tuck one into his clothes before he left for work, wherever he was going.
I didn’t answer.
I was too focused on dabbing ointment onto the burn on my left hand, the sting making my whole body teme.
He frowned and tossed a small bottle onto the couch.
“Here. For your hands.”
I glanced at it–it was some luxury hand cream.
Too bad I couldn’t use it right now.
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“You’re so dramatic. It’s just a burn.”
“No need to act like you’re dying.”
The pain in my hand didn’t compare to the pain Jordan left in my heart.
I ignored him, picked up my phone, and walked toward the bedroom.
“Make sure you sign the divorce papers in the study.”
Jordan was a busy man–with work to do and a girlfriend to entertain.
I’d always tried to be understanding of his time.
“Stop being difficult. If you get the sachet ready, I’ll use it.”
Jordan was a neat freak.
Nothing was allowed within a three–foot radius of the bed–not even a throw pillow.
Every time, I had to coax him into letting the sachet stay.
Eventually, him allowing the sachet became his way of coaxing me.
After saying that, he tossed his phone on the bed and went into the bathroom.
The screen was still lit. It was a picture of him and Olivia Parker.
Below the photo, a little curly font caption read:
“Sleep tight, baby. Be good~.”
Olivia started as an intern back in June.
First thing she ever said to Jordan during her interview?
“Jordan, I’m gonna chase you.”
Sitting behind his desk, Jordan narrowed his eyes and replied coldly,
“I’m married.”
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She flipped her ponytail and shrugged,
“Yeah, I know.”
“Being married doesn’t stop me from liking you.”
“Liking you’s my business.”
Jordan stared at her for a few seconds before saying,
“You should probably see a therapist.”
People in the office laughed behind her back.
They called her delusional.
A few weeks later, she wasn’t an intern anymore–she was his personal assistant.
Jordan’s nicknames for her evolved too-
From “psycho” to “idiot,”
And eventually… “baby.”
Honestly, I never minded how openly Olivia threw herself at Jordan.
After all, no one buzzes around a clean wound.
If Jordan had had a backbone, there wouldn’t be a “baby” trending in office gossip.
Jordan came out, towel around his neck, typing something on his phone with his wet fingers, smiling
like a fool.
Another headache hit–he winced slightly and glanced at me with barely hidden irritation.
Maybe he was annoyed I didn’t have the sachet ready.
Olivia only needed eight little words to make him melt.
And me?
After seven years of marriage, two hours a day spent making calming sachets just for him–
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All I got was his growing indifference. His contempt.
I turned away, pretending not to notice his look.
I wiped the corner of my eye quietly.
Jordan stared at my back, frowning.
“Mom’s birthday’s coming up. I’m letting Olivia plan the party.”
It sounded like he was trying to justify it.
“You’ve been kind of off lately…”
I remembered how Mrs. Bennett held Olivia’s hand at our anniversary dinner, saying how much she wished Olivia had been the one.
I cut him off, calm as ever:
“Sure. Let her handle it.”
Jordan paused for a second, then snapped:
“Chloe, can’t you stop being so damn mean?”
I pulled the blanket over myself and replied lazily:
“If you can’t take it, divorce me.
If you want someone sweet, go to Olivia.”
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