The Betrayed Wife's Spectacular Sweet Revenge

Chapter 5

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hick, heavy sheets, turning the Manhat

ribeca. She pressed her thumb against the biometric scanner

ooth. The air smelled of aged

he wasn't smiling. A half-empty m

me that first text with the photos," Alia said, staring at the condensation on Clara's glass. "It

trench coat. She reached into the env

different hedge fund managers to get

A black-and-white photograph was

heekbones high and harsh. His eyes, even i

letters beneath the pho

est tightened as if a heavy band

bott," Alia

's a ghost, Alia. He specializes in hostile takeovers. He guts l

st of bankrupt compan

cipal planning project?" Alia asked. Her fingers tr

ivors," Clara said. "If he wan

s. A memory hit her

d been standing near the bar. She had looked

ision. She later heard he had asked her companion who she was, having already known of her reputation as Legatum's fiercest project manager. Even from

trembling slightly. She placed them

be this week," Alia said. "A g

"He doesn't do press.

table. She picked it up, rea

all just texted. Dangelo's legal team is signing

ck. The wooden legs scre

ck into the envelope and

Alia said, her voice tight. "I have

d out of

he wind whipped the cold water against

, bending the metal spokes. She abandoned it, r

ing. Her clothes clung wetly to her skin. She started the engine, the

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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."”