The Contract Wife by Tessa Kelwyn
The Contract Wife
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Jayden Wellington married Meadow Read for Wellington Industries. The heir clause gave him four years to secure the company through her. Three years later, he still has not touched her. Meadow is twenty-two, principal ballerina at NYC Ballet, and a virgin wife in a marriage that was always a transaction. Axel Wellington spent three years in Europe building his reputation. Rumor is he sold things that shouldn't be sold. Now he's back in New York, and everyone knows it's not for the company.
Chapter 1
May 15, 2026
* Three Years Ago *
Meadow Read was about to marry a man who had never even kissed her.
Which should have been a sign, but she had spent years dreaming for tonight.
The Wellington estate in Greenwich looked like every fantasy she had constructed since she was sixteen and in love with her classmate. White peonies lined the garden aisle where four hundred guests sat watching her walk toward the wedding altar.
Toward Jayden Wellington.
He was tall even at sixteen. Handsome with his dark hair that fell across his forehead when he laughed and gray eyes that seemed to notice everything. With a smile that made her forget how to speak in complete sentences.
She had spent hours imagining how they must look together before falling asleep.
Him towering over her in that protective way. Her small hand disappearing into his. His arms around her waist, her head on his chest listening to beloved heartbeat. His lips meeting hers…
Meadow was beyond happy to become his wife. Even though he had never looked at her the way she looked at him.
It was an arranged marriage. Their grandfathers, old friends who built empires together, negotiated the contract over scotch and cigars in Victor Wellington's study. But Meadow had been over the moon when she heard about this anyway. Until reality crept in quickly after.
"What about Bethany?" she asked her mother.
Everybody knew Jayden had a girlfriend, his best friend since childhood. His first love.
And she was terrified of Bethany’s reaction, of what this news might cause further.
"She's not his fiancée, sweetheart," her mother had said, as though that settled everything. "You are."
It had not settled anything. But when Jayden accepted the proposal despite Bethany, Meadow chose to believe that maybe he saw a future with her after all.
Then her mother explained the four-year heir clause.
A marriage contract included a child to seal the marriage, proof of true unity of two great families. She had talked about this six months ago as though she were discussing party favors. Meadow had nodded and calculated how long it would take to get pregnant if everything went according to plan.
Meadow was sure tonight would fix everything between her and Jayden.
The way he looked through her at family dinners. The conversations that never went deeper than weather and schedules. The fact that he had not kissed her once during their entire engagement except for photographs.
Tonight they would be intimate. Tonight he would finally see her as his wife.
Tonight he will take her virginity. And she couldn’t wait for that.
The string quartet played something classical and Jayden's hand was warm when he took hers at the altar. His voice was steady through the vows, clear enough that the guests in the back rows heard every word.
"You may kiss the bride," the priest said.
He did. Brief and appropriate and photographed from several angles. She felt the weight of his ring on her finger and thought, ‘Now. Now it starts.'
The reception began in the east ballroom at seven. Champagne flowed. The first course arrived on china hand-painted in France and worth more than her childhood ballet school's annual budget.
"You look happy," Jayden's cousin Elena said, appearing with two glasses of champagne. She handed one to Meadow and clinked them together before she could respond. "You deserve it, really. God knows you put up with enough of Beth's drama to get here…"
Beth.
Of course Elena would mention Bethany Herrera even today.
The orphaned pharmaceutical heir who had become Meadow’s high school nightmare. Who cornered her in empty hallways, whispered cruel things while no one was around, and made sure Meadow knew exactly where she stood in Jayden's life.
And whose 'depressive episodes' had a remarkable tendency to schedule themselves around important Meadow-related events.
Meadow kept her smile fixed and told herself that being understanding and merciful was part of being a good person. It doesn’t matter what happened in high school. Being a good person is what actually matters.
What would eventually matter to Jayden.
"Today's been perfect," she said.
"Yeahh, perfect," Elena repeated, her tone suggesting she had opinions about what ‘perfect’ actually meant as she drained half her glass. "Just remember—you're the wife now. That comes with certain protections, honey. Even in this family."
Before Meadow could ask what that meant, Elena drifted away toward a cluster of relatives near the dance floor. Finally realizing that she hasn’t seen her husband for the last half an hour, she started looking for him.
The last time she saw Jayden he was standing across the room with his grandfather Victor and several men in dark suits. Now he was nowhere to be found while Meadow circulated through the ballroom on autopilot, accepting congratulations.
Her face ached from smiling as she checked her phone.
No messages.
After an hour, anxiety settled in her stomach. She excused herself and walked out to the terrace. Her hands were shaking when she pulled up Jayden's number.
Four rings. Voicemail.
She tried again. Same result. She decided to text him.
Meadow: where are you? everyone's asking…
Three minutes crawled by before his response arrived.
Jay: something came up. I'll explain later
Meadow stared at the screen, her breath tight in her chest. When she decided to call again anyway, he picked up on the third ring. "Meadow, I can't talk right now."
"It's our wedding reception, Jayden." Her voice came out small. "Where are you?"
"It's Beth…" His tone shifted into something apologetic and rehearsed. "She called. It's bad this time. She's saying things… I can't just leave her like this."
Meadow's grip tightened on the phone. "But you left me alone. Your wife."
"You're surrounded by four hundred people who came to celebrate you," Jayden said flatly. "Bethany has no one. You understand that, right? She's saying she's going to… hurt herself or even worse. I need to be with her. I’ll be back later, okay?"
With that the call ended.
Meadow stood there with the phone pressed to her ear, listening to the silence where his voice had been. Her reflection stared back at her from the dark windows of the ballroom—white dress, perfect hair and make-up… a girl playing bride while her groom ran away to his first love's emergency.
When her phone buzzed with notification, she opened Instagram with numb fingers.
Bethany's profile loaded, the most recent post was timestamped eight minutes ago. The photo showed the interior of a car Meadow recognized immediately—leather seats, dashboard, the stupid air freshener Jayden refused to remove.
Bethany's smiling face was illuminated by the soft glow of the console lights.
The caption read: ‘still my person. always here for me. love you to the moon and back!'
Meadow stared at the screen until it went dark. Then she slipped the phone into her clutch, smoothed her hands down the front of her gown, and walked back into the ballroom.
"There you are," Elena said, appearing at her elbow. "We're about to cut the cake. Where's Jayden?"
"He had to step out," Meadow said. The lie came easily, which should have frightened her more than it did. "He'll be back soon."
She did not look at Elena's face. Didn’t want to see pity on her face.
He’ll come back. Everything’s gonna be fine. She’s fine.
The photographer repositioned his lights as Meadow cut the cake alone and told herself the angle would make it look intentional, artistic even. She danced with Jayden’s grandfather Victor instead of him. She thanked the guests for coming. She promised to send photos.
At midnight, the last guests filtered out to the driveway.
Jayden’s probably already back and waiting for her. He just knew she could handle the guests by herself.
Meadow climbed the stairs to the bridal suite alone on heavy legs and even heavier heart. The door opened on a room that looked exactly as she had left it six hours earlier.
The bed turned down, rose petals scattered, candles burning in their crystal holders on the dresser and nightstands. She had lit them herself before the ceremony, imagining the moment they would walk through the door together with Jayden.
Jayden didn’t come back. On their wedding night.
She sat on the edge of the bed without taking off her dress. Her phone sat silent in her lap—no calls, no texts, no explanation that would make any of this easier to carry.
Then it buzzed.
Jayden: I'm taking Beth upstate for a few days. she needs somewhere quiet to recover. we can start the honeymoon when I get back
Meadow read the message three times.
Her husband had chosen his first love over their wedding night. Over the beginning of their marriage. Over her.
She set the phone face-down on the nightstand and stared at the wall until the candles burned out. And she had no idea that this moment was actually the beginning of exactly what their marriage would become.
Her nightmare.
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