Too Late, Billionaire: Watch Me Leave

Chapter 2

Word Count: 729 | Released on: 20/04/2026

in the darkness, until the gray light of dawn seep

e table. The water was cold. She took a sip, tr

e screen

ing piece of

ded: a high-resolution photo of Jordan at JFK ai

tectiveness and possessiveness. The headline read:

at he'd worn last night. The ai

e photo. She saw a unique and vintage

e's br

e slipped from her numb fingers and

through her stomach. She bent over, covered h

to calm down. She picked up her phone stiff

ythmic beeping in her ears was pure tortu

sn't Jordan's deep, familiar voice.

epiness. In the background, Shiara could faintly hea

ightning. "Where is Jordan?" she demanded, her

tural. "Jorden stayed up all night with me. He

et him answer the phone, Jasmine," she roared, h

essive. I was just too scared after my...outburst. Jordan was the on

hears Jordan's indistinc

ne said sweetly, her voice low

all e

. A wave of intense nausea washed ove

thing came out. Hot, silent tears streamed do

e. She looked up and saw her reflection in the mirror. Her s

liating, contractual, expedient marriage that lasted t

ust for thi

eded, replaced by a cold, sharp anger. She straighte

ws of soft cashmere dresses and "dignified wife" style

et resembled armor. She wore a p

ncealing the tear tracks at the corners o

b report out of her coat pocket, and stuffe

ome system. "Get the car ready," she commanded, her

he elevator, her high heels making a purposeful sound on the

he back seat of

looking straight ahead.

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Katie Oettgen Billionaires

“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.”