The Stand-In Wife's Spectacular Comeback

Chapter 4

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ed down on her lungs. She glanced at the calendar

a trench coat, and put on a pair of

Manhattan. She kept her head down, handed the cashier a

he foil open. She swallowed the pill dry. It scraped

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in terror. She thrashed against his g

emonic growl. His fingers dug into her biceps.

no words came out. She could

ack, his expensive leather shoe caught the edge of

rumpled receipt lay e

paper. The bold black letters screamed

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"You break the loyalty clause of our contract, a

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m his pocket and dialed his legal team. His eye

the phone. "Invoke the infidelity clause. She gets n

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The Stand-In Wife's Spectacular Comeback

Julian Reid Billionaires

“For three years, I was nothing but a ghost in my marriage, a pathetic stand-in forced to dress exactly like my billionaire husband's dead fiancée. On our third anniversary, he left me to face armed intruders in our remote estate alone. When I called him begging for help, he mocked me for faking a home invasion for attention and hung up to comfort his mistress. The nightmare only got worse. The next night, my stepmother and half-sister drugged me at a family gala, trying to ruin me by handing me over to a sleazy producer. I escaped into a pitch-black hotel suite, only to be overpowered by a drugged stranger in the dark. Traumatized and covered in bruises, I secretly took an emergency contraceptive pill. When my husband found the crumpled receipt on the floor, he didn't ask if I was hurt or where the violent marks on my neck came from. "You cheap whore. You broke the loyalty contract." He drafted the divorce papers immediately, stripping me of every penny, and ordered me thrown onto the street. He thought without his wealth, I wouldn't survive a day in New York and would come crawling back to him like a dog. I didn't shed a single tear. I calmly signed the papers, dropped my diamond ring on his glass table, and walked out. What my arrogant ex-husband didn't know was that before I became his obedient shadow, I was "Lan"-the legendary, anonymous fashion designer the entire world was desperately looking for. Now, I was taking back my empire.”