Too Late, Billionaire: Watch Me Leave

Chapter 4

Word Count: 714 | Released on: 20/04/2026

distance between them. The maliciou

re," she hissed, her voice a low

ging into her palms. The nausea was bac

, the words tasting like ash in her

e contorted with fury. With a deliberate, almost

out, landing directly on th

dles stabbing into her skin. A dark brown stain bloomed o

ack. A few executives winced, bu

e dripping with fake sympathy. A crue

blister beginning to form. The physical pain sliced through t

away the coffee. S

ed her l

and loud, a crack of thunder i

. A bright red handprint bloomed

Everyone stared, mouths agape, at the quiet

und of outrage. She lunged at Ciara,

y doors to Jordon's office were t

ercloud. His presence was a physical

ing her face, tears streaming down her cheeks. He sa

he dark coffee soaking Ciara's right hand. A sudden, sharp pang tightened his chest, an instinct to reach out and inspect the burn. Yet, surrounded by his top executive

s a winter sky,

, dangerous growl. "This is a place of business. We don't air

the hot coffee. She looked at him, searching his fac

d nothin

d her back. A single tear escaped, tracing a path down

word. She didn'

her lips. She took a step back,

e a stranger you never want to see again. Th

on for the lobby, and the doors closed, shutting out the whispers, the

range, unfamiliar tightness gripped his chest. His gaze fel

ld metal wall. She pressed a hand to her lower abdom

rriage

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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.”