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The Unwanted Wife Is A Zillionaire
For seven years, I played the perfect, hidden wife to billionaire August Chambers while working quietly as an ER nurse. Three days before our marriage contract expired, he stormed into my emergency room carrying a bleeding woman. It was Allena, his cousin's fiancée. She had suffered a ruptured corpus luteum from their violent, aggressive sex. Instead of hiding his affair, August ordered me to clear the floor and threw a massive check at my face to buy my silence. Later, his friends trapped me in a VIP club. When a waiter tripped, August violently shoved me aside just to protect Allena from a spilled cup of coffee. I crashed into a glass table, a sharp edge slicing deep into my arm. "Apologize to her, and I'll have my driver take you to the hospital." As my blood soaked into the white rug, he stood over me, demanding I get on my knees for his mistress. He didn't know I had faked a miscarriage five years ago to secretly raise our daughter far away from his cruelty. He also didn't know the money he flaunted was pocket change compared to my hidden AI tech empire. I calmly tied a tourniquet around my bleeding arm with my teeth and wiped my blood directly over his heart onto his custom suit. "I'm done with you." The submissive nurse was dead, and it was time to let him burn in the ruins of his own lies.
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El aire en el panteón era denso, cargado de tristeza, mientras sostenía entre mis manos la pequeña urna de Leo, lo único que quedaba de mi hijo de seis años.
Fue allí, en medio de mi desolación, buscando el consuelo de mi esposa Sofía, que la encontré, no llorando a nuestro hijo, sino riendo en un rincón apartado con Ricardo, su "amor platónico" de la universidad.
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Lo Siento Hijo Mío
El aire en el panteón era denso, cargado de tristeza, mientras sostenía entre mis manos la pequeña urna de Leo, lo único que quedaba de mi hijo de seis años. Fue allí, en medio de mi desolación, buscando el consuelo de mi esposa Sofía, que la encontré, no llorando a nuestro hijo, sino riendo en un
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