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The Pitiful Ex-wife Is Now A Brilliant Tycoon

Chapter 4 Recording

Word Count: 607    |    Released on: 09/02/2026

money and too few morals. The air was thick with the acri

heavy velvet curtain and a decorative screen. She wore a brunette wig and thick

, who was wearing a dress Carly recognized. It was a Saint L

re with them. Bric

ce?" one of the men a

drag from his cigar. "

fe?" another asked

e device hidden in her purse. Her han

a necessary arrangement. You know her family's trust is t

ue, it took the air out of her lungs. He was eras

t all there. Mute, docile. Perfect for signing documents when needed, but essentially just a ghost in the house. We

intenance signature machine,"

a finger down his chest. "Most men would ha

mple. "In this house, you're the only w

crazy, dam

betrayal; it was the erasure. He had rewritten her entire

Carly held up a hand sharply, slipping a hundred-dolla

nodded and

rned to business, then to lewd jokes

enough. She stop

ke a ghost. The cold air outside felt li

The words echoed in her h

k-in closet. It was filled with rows of designer gowns, shoes, a

na

chiffon, velvet. She ripped them from

a frenzy. She wasn't crying. She wa

opened be

mountain of clothes on the floor

hell are y

y. She turned to face him. Her face

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The Pitiful Ex-wife Is Now A Brilliant Tycoon
“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.”