Billionaire Husband Chose My Sister, I Chose To Divorce

He raised an eyebrow and tossed the agreement aside without a second glance.

"Don't be dramatic. Your hand is ruined -- where would you even go without me?"

I said nothing.

He smiled, his tone dripping with casual indifference. "You should be grateful. Rose was the one I was supposed to marry. A few paintings is a small price to pay. A little gratitude wouldn't kill you."

He blew a ring of cigarette smoke directly into my face. I choked, and the sting brought tears to my eyes.

Through the blur, I was transported back to the moment my tendons were severed for his sake -- a pain that had drilled…