The Pitiful Ex-wife Is Now A Brilliant Tycoon

Author: Fumo Baobao

Chapter 1 His new flame

Word Count: 860 | Released on: 09/02/2026

o slice through the climate-controlled warmth of the jewelry store. Carly Farmer adjusted

immediate recognition. She rushed forward, her h

specific kind of reverence reserved for the wife of a billionaire

hand and made a sharp, cutting motion. Then, she pulled a small notepad from

a V

ncing toward the back office

d the paper

ed high maintenance, her blonde hair perfectly coiffed, her smile practiced. But Carly saw the tightness at the co

ng her skirt. "What a surprise. Br

is first name. Implying they spoke

hand. She gripped the platinum band on her ring finger. It was a custom piece, a f

t the velvet tray with

a second. "Oh, does it need cleaning? Or perhaps res

dn't play the audio. She just typed, the soft clicks of her nails against t

at the ring, then up at Carly's impassive

typed

presents. Melt it down.

ssociates standing near the display cases froze.

r, surely you're joking. Brice designed this

. Her silence was a heavy, suffocating blanket

to call

tremor of rage, not fear. She was being treated like a servant by t

tight. "Of course not. Th

pocket in her clutch-funded by an account Brice knew nothing abo

order afternoon tea from the Plaza

saction. She had to serve the wife. She had to swallow the insult becaus

hantom weight lift from her finger. It wasn't happiness. It was the r

s just an inch, revealing eyes that were dead calm. She looked at Lola the way a sur

one buzzed. A t

Don't wait u

ehicle. She didn't cry. She didn't throw the phone. She opened a tracking app b

er. In the penthouse ap

ly. Okay. Don't

who had hope. She checked the rearview mirror, her eyes shifting from the wife to th

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The Pitiful Ex-wife Is Now A Brilliant Tycoon

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“I was the "mute kitten" of billionaire CEO Brice Salazar, a submissive wife who never said a word. For three years, I played the part of the perfect, damaged trophy he rescued from a war zone, living in a mansion that felt like a marble prison. Everything shattered when I caught him with his mistress, Lola Vane. While I sat silently in the shadows of a private club, I heard Brice laughing with his inner circle, calling me "damaged goods" and a "high-maintenance signature machine" who was only useful for signing legal documents. The betrayal went deeper than a secret affair. I discovered a voice memo where Brice planned to have me committed to a Swiss sanitarium the moment my trust fund vested. He wanted to lock me away in a padded room forever so he could keep my money and his freedom. He even bought two identical pink diamond bracelets-one for me to fix his public image, and one for the woman he was actually sleeping with. I realized my "hero" never loved me. He didn't save my life in Kandahar out of mercy; he acquired me like a failing company, exploiting my trauma to ensure my silence. He treated me like a tenant in my own home while planning to erase my very existence. But Brice forgot one thing: before I was his mute wife, I was "The Surgeon," an operative who knew exactly how to handle a predator. I tricked him into signing a separation agreement worth billions and wore a blood-red dress to a gala to hire his greatest enemy, Damon Yates, to eat him alive. Just as the trap was set, my world tilted. The morning sickness hit me with the force of a freight train. I wasn't just escaping a monster anymore; I was carrying his child, the ultimate leverage in a war that had just become life or death.”