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Too Late, Billionaire: Watch Me Leave

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 705    |    Released on: 20/04/2026

ark, until the gray light of dawn seeped thro

table. It was cold. She took a sip, trying to q

A push notification fro

ly, a high-resolution photograph of Jordon a

, possessive gesture. The headline screamed: JOR

ame coat he'd been wearing last nigh

hoto. She saw the woman's wrist, and on it

e's br

pped from her numb fingers, lan

izing her stomach. She doubled over, pre

She picked up the phone, her movements jerk

eping in her ear was a form of torture,

wasn't Jordon's deep, familiar vo

h sleep. In the background, Ciara could hear

t through Ciara. "Where is Jordon?" she

ordon was up with me all night. He just fe

d. "Put him on the phone, Jasmine," she sna

ssive. I was just so scared after my... episode. Jordon was the on

heard Jordon's muffled

oed, her voice dropping to an in

ne wen

A violent wave of nausea hit her,

ame up. Hot, silent tears streamed down

She looked up, meeting her own reflection in the mirror.

s humiliating, contractual marriage of convenience,

d, replaced by a cold, sharp-edged fury. She straigh

f soft, cashmere dresses and sensible flats that screamed 'de

like armor. She slipped on a pair

lasses, hiding the evidence of her te

b report from her coat pocket, and tucked i

home system. "Have the car ready," she commanded, he

ard the elevator, her heels clicking with purpose on th

the back of th

r eyes fixed straight ahead.

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“For three years, Ciara played the perfect, invisible protocol wife to billionaire Jordon Webb. But on the day she finally held a positive pregnancy test, he abandoned her mid-sentence to rush to the side of his ex-lover, Jasmine. Seeking answers, Ciara went to his Wall Street office, only to be publicly humiliated by his family. His cousin intentionally poured scalding espresso over her hand, leaving her skin blistered and raw. "She's a protocol wife. She knows her place. She's replaceable." Hearing Jordon's cold words to his friends shattered her. When he finally appeared, instead of defending his injured wife, he furiously scolded her for causing a scene and ruining his company's image. That night, while Jordon stayed at the hospital holding a perfectly fine Jasmine in his arms, Ciara was left completely alone in their dark, empty penthouse. A sudden, agonizing cramp ripped through her abdomen. She suffered a devastating miscarriage, bleeding out on the cold marble floor with no one to answer her cries. A decade of loving him had left her with a dead baby, a ruined hand, and absolute despair. Why did she have to lose her child while he fiercely protected the woman who mocked her existence? The next morning, her sorrow burned away into cold, hardened ash. Ciara signed the divorce papers, waiving all alimony, and left them behind. Jordon had no idea that his docile, charity-case wife was actually LUNA, the world-famous anonymous couture designer. She packed her bags, walked out of the penthouse, and prepared to take her life back.”