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Get the APPMarrying A Secret Zillionaire: Happy Ever After
Between Ruin And Resolve: My Ex-Husband's Regret
That Prince Is A Girl: The Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate.
The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life
Don't Leave Me, Mate
Too Late, Mr. Billionaire: You Can't Afford Me Now
Diamond In Disguise: Now Watch Me Shine
Requiem of A Broken Heart
The Unwanted Wife's Unexpected Comeback
Rejected No More: I Am Way Out Of Your League, Darling!
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The CEO's Fabulous Ex-Wife
When Zora was sick during the early days of her pregnancy, Ezrah was with his first love, Piper. When Zora got into an accident and called Ezrah, he said he was busy, when in actual fact, he was buying shoes for Piper. Zora lost her baby because of the accident, and throughout her stay at the hospital, Ezrah never showed up. She already knew that he didn't love her, but that was the last straw for the camel's back, and her fragile heart could not take it anymore. When Ezrah arrived home a few days after Zora was discharged from the hospital, he no longer met the woman who always greeted him with a smile and cared for him. Zora stood at the top of the stairs and yelled with a cold expression, "Good news, Ezrah! Our baby died in a car accident. There is nothing between us anymore, so let's get a divorce." The man who claimed not to have any feelings for Zora, being cold and distant towards her, and having asked her for a divorce twice, instantly panicked.Tory Clinton delicately sipped her red wine, her eyes scanning the crowded room with a mixture of elegance and disdain. "I do hope the caterer remembered to use the fine china", she whispered to her husband Fredrick, in her sweet voice."
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Fredrick with his charming smile nodded, his eyes crinkling at the corners. As they chatted, Tory's gaze drifted to their children, Christabel and Chris who were laughing and joking with their friends. Phoebe their youngest was busy constructing a tower with her building blocks, oblivious to the commotion around her. Meanwhile, in the kitchen, the caterer was frantically searching for the fine china, muttering under his breath about 'ridiculous requests' and 'pretentious clients'. As the evening wore on, the Clinton's mansion echohed with the sound of laughter and clinking glasses, a testament to their impeccable hosting skills. Tory continued to make her way through the crowd, she exchanged air-kisses and polite smiles with the other guests. 'Darling your dress is stunning'. She cooed to her friend Eunice. "Who's the designer?" Eunice beamed with pride. "Thank you, Tory!" It's a one-of-a-kind piece from Paris." Tory's eyes widened in envy. "How fabulous! I must get the name of your designer."
