The Jilted Wife's Spectacular Billionaire Comeback

Chapter 3

Word Count: 914 | Released on: 23/04/2026

tayed up all night; the dark circles under her eyes were concealed with concealer, and her h

ad just showered, his clothes impeccably dressed. Beside him sat

rlaced his fingers, fingertips touching, a mocking smile p

ather chairs facing the desk and sat down, cr

ross the desk. "Mrs. Neves, my client wishes to expedite the proc

ine, filled with legal jargon, but the numbers w

you are not entitled to any assets that Mr. Neves accumulated during the ma

ze swept over the terms. No a

with three months of temporary assistance as a gesture of goodwill, p

ella, you haven't worked in ten years. What are you planning to

onsidering the current situation, th

he man for whom she had cooked, dressed him every morning, and managed his obsessiv

n this," she

vanished. "Wh

the folder. "I don't want your three mont

ice hardened. "The prenuptial ag

amily's digital photo album. She stumbled upon a picture that sent a shiver down her spine. She reached into her

to look. His face i

just turned eighteen and was wearing a dress that was far too mature for her. Conrad was in the

et this?" Conrad

ganizing the family photo album last year, I thou

turned pale. "Mr

sharply, but his jaw was cle

p with my sister...then the board of directors of the Neves Group probably won't approve of the CEO havin

rad roared, slamming his fist

wn. "You've taken up ten years of my life. You've humili

wyer, who shook his head slightly, almost imperceptibly. The

" Conrad asked thr

se," Est

blinked

rty in need of repair," only to abandon it after a weekend. "Transfer the title deed to me. Includ

laugh. "That piece of junk? It's a bottomless p

Estel

of the agreement, then scribbled his name across it forcefully. "Take it. It's

e, and then picked up the folder. She didn't look at him as she walked ou

a dilapidated, useless

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“For ten years, I was the perfect, obedient wife to my wealthy husband, managing his severe OCD and hosting flawless high-society parties. But on our tenth anniversary, when I brought him his special hangover soup, I caught him sleeping with my younger sister in our master bedroom. Instead of panicking, he coldly handed me divorce papers with zero assets. He told me I was just a "placeholder" until my sister finished her degree and was ready to take my spot. Desperate, I called my mother for help, only to find out she had known about their affair for years. "You don't have Jana's drive or her looks. You clean house and you cook. That's not a wife, that's a domestic." My own mother sneered at me, telling me to walk away quietly because our family needed his financial support. They kicked me out of the penthouse with nothing but a suitcase, laughing that a woman who hadn't worked in a decade would end up begging on the streets. I bled for this family for ten years, only to be thrown away like garbage when my sister wanted my life. But they didn't know that while I was playing the boring housewife, I had secretly earned a Cordon Bleu diploma, a Cornell nutrition certification, and a Columbia master's degree. Using a hidden photo to blackmail a property out of him, I packed my elite credentials and landed a $300,000-a-year job managing a billionaire's estate. When my ex-husband drunkenly called days later demanding I come back to serve him, I calmly hit block.”