Flash Marriage to My Billionaire Savior

For two years, my fiancé Aaron controlled my life with a sick, suffocating rule: if my phone battery dropped below fifty percent, all our plans would be immediately canceled.

He claimed it was to cure my habit of procrastination.

At my twenty-sixth birthday party, my battery showed forty-nine percent. With all my friends gathered and the candles on the cake already lit, Aaron coldly canceled our private room right in front of everyone.

"Rules are rules, Audrey," he said, completely ignoring my burning humiliation. "Missing one birthday will finally teach you a lesson."