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The Jilted Wife's Spectacular Billionaire Return

Chapter 5 

Word Count: 846    |    Released on: Today at 13:56

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od. Her chest heaved. She couldn't

to her knees and grabbed his small shoulde

sked, her voice crack

out his small hand and placed hi

r slipped out. She pulled him into a t

he whispered. "Mom

d over to his small wooden easel

ally stopped shaking. She walked into th

m. Noah was sitting on the floor, co

o, sweetie,

d down at

omach

. The eyebrows were sharp and angry. It was a

boy with black hair, reaching out to hold the tall man's hand. Ab

uilt and sorrow choked her. She reached

" she lied, he

. She would never let Butler

Holloway Group execut

cold emptiness in his eyes was a violent contrast

massive desk. Laptops, crystal paperweight

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chest heaved. "Every airport. Every seapo

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avo by the collar of his lab coat. "Fix

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and stared at her reflection in the mirror. She was

urity room in the basement

face. He watched the security foota

him. He paused the video

ked different. Her clothes were ex

s. He knew

dge of the metal desk so

ke. She had played him. She had

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The Jilted Wife's Spectacular Billionaire Return
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“Eleonora held the positive pregnancy test, trembling with fragile hope as she told her husband they were having a baby. Instead of embracing her, Butler slapped the plastic stick away, his eyes cold and dead. "You cheating whore," he spat, throwing a stack of papers at her face. He didn't listen to her desperate pleas. He ordered his bodyguards to drag her out of their penthouse and lock her in a private hospital room. Trapped and terrified, Eleonora watched in horror as Butler's mistress walked in with a wicked smile. The mistress shoved a medical consent form, signed with Butler's unmistakable handwriting, right in front of Eleonora's face. "This isn't just an abortion," the mistress sneered. "It's a full hysterectomy. You'll never have a child again." Eleonora's heart shattered into pieces. She couldn't understand how the man she loved could be so cruel, willing to kill their unborn baby and mutilate her body over a fabricated lie. Driven by pure maternal terror, she smeared her blood on the forged papers, set the hospital room on fire, and let the world believe she had burned to ashes. Five years later, Eleonora returned to New York with her young son. She was no longer the weak, broken girl who begged for mercy. Walking into the Holloway Group boardroom in a flawless Dior suit, she slammed a legal document onto Butler's desk. She was still his legal wife, and she was here to dismantle his empire piece by piece.”