The Secret Heiress Returns: Ruining My Cheating Husband

s curating, waiting for the perfect moment to tell

nd, Harper. A reporter nearby whispered the truth that stopped my heart: Harp

a scandal would ruin the company. Then came the ultimatum that shattered my soul. He wanted me t

said. "She needs this

d, and my own parents sold me out, releasing a statement that I had suffered a mental breakdow

. To keep me "calm," Gabe hande

umber I had found in my adoption papers years ago. A number belo

ll my baby," I whispe

was low, terrifying, and

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y, a pixelated secret captured in low light, but the ti

uckling a silver tray of champagne flutes that suddenly weighed a

s lau

ssively against the small of Harpe

the screen didn't catch the chandelier's glare. "Gabe Sullivan and Harper Nicholso

spin. It simply

lve weeks

sly curating, wearing a designer gown that was beginning to pinch my waist, waiting

st the shell of Harper's ear. She giggled-a sound that carried over th

gesture. A gesture that bel

n the tra

ra

ke a gunshot. Champagne exploded across the floor, soaking the

sharp, calculating annoyance. He muttered something to Harper, patted her

ers dug into my flesh hard enough to bruise. "Wh

voice was hollow, a ghost of a

e simply scanned the perimeter, eyeing the reporter

muttered throug

the champagne-slicked floor. Harper watched us go. She didn't look g

aiting room and slammed the door.

" I asked again,

ce. It was a mistake. But she's fragile, Charlotte.

nd fractured into a sob. "I'm pregn

I waited for him to fall to his knees, to apol

is hair and sighed-a sound of pu

ead. "Listen to me. The IPO is next week. If the investors find out I ha

epped back

." He stepped closer, his voice dropping to a persuasive, sickening purr. "You can go to the countryside. Secretly. Have

ched. Acid ros

o your mistress?" I whispered,

," he said, as casually as if he were

lfi

years. The man I had breathed for. He w

ening. I turned toward the door. "I'm

said. "Yo

on the other side. It was his mother, Eleanor

, smoothing his lapels. "It's the hormon

the carpet. "Take her to the car," she ordered the guards. "And

uch me!"

iability to be removed. As they dragged me out the back exit, aw

watching

to see if he w