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The Betrayed Wife's Spectacular Sweet Revenge

Chapter 3

Word Count: 757 | Released on: Today at 13:37

alked through the glass

matched the hard line of her jaw. Her heels clicked agains

her face and immediately stepped out of he

d to keep

ight. "Shane Boggs didn't submit the

d slightly on the floor. She turned he

the last six months," Alia ordered. "

e walked to the head of the long glass table. She dropped

filed in silently.

assed. The do

d. He pulled out a chair, the metal legs scraping loudly aga

e said, smirking. "Had a late d

d a button on the remote in her hand. The

the screen. It was the cost analy

. The red dot hit the screen,

sly quiet. "These are severe compliance violations. If this

s chair. He waved h

d back. "You women in management get so hung up on the paper

dead silent. N

a cold, terrifying s

at Nina a

opping a thick, bound file in fr

copy. His face lo

ehind that were copies of his expense reports, cros

ct," Alia said. She placed both hands flat on the glass

forehead. He wiped it awa

finger at her. "Griffin Hinton is my uncle. The Chairman is

She felt nothing b

y dead weight who can't even ba

ssed the intercom butto

onference Room A," Alia

His coffee cup tipped over, sending hot

hane yelled. "

an inch, "I will have legal file criminal charge

guards walked in. They grabbed Shane

into the hallway. His curses echoed down the co

able. She wiped the spilled coffee off the

into the trash. She looke

ect proposal on my desk by e

ne in the quiet room. She rubbed her temp

he caller ID read: Arthur Kingst

htened. She pic

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The Betrayed Wife's Spectacular Sweet Revenge

Emma Romance

“Alia bought her four-million-dollar Manhattan townhouse in cash the day before she married Jerel. For three years, she worked eighty-hour weeks as a top architect to build their life, until an anonymous text shattered her reality. It was a high-definition photo of her husband kissing his junior partner, followed by an eight-week ultrasound. Alia didn't scream. She went home, only to find her mother-in-law throwing IVF brochures at her, screaming that she was a selfish, barren workaholic for not giving the family an heir. Jerel played the perfect, gentle husband, wrapping his arms around her and urging her to rest. But later that night, Alia caught them on a secret call with a lawyer. They were plotting to blindside her with a divorce, claiming his minor financial contributions entitled him to the property, aiming to kick her out with a measly fifty-thousand-dollar settlement. They wanted to steal her hard-earned home to raise his pregnant mistress's child. Alia's jaw tightened until her teeth ached. She had paid for every single inch of that estate. Did they really think her dedication to her career made her blind, weak, and easy to destroy? She didn't shed a single tear. Instead, she walked into the office of the city's most ruthless private equity billionaire and struck a dangerous deal to lock away all her assets in an irrevocable trust. Days later, when Jerel handed her the settlement with a fake, sympathetic smile, Alia poured cold black coffee directly over the ink. "Tell Tiffany she is never stepping foot inside my house," Alia said smoothly. "I'll see you in court."”