Shattered Rings And Her Priceless Hidden Identity

Author: Westley Curlin

Chapter 1

Word Count: 710 | Released on: 09/05/2026

battered the windshie

her gaze fixed on the blurred red t

ruck suddenly ran the red light, tearing

The tires let out an ear-splitting screech

impact threw Evelyn's

a second, slamming into her chest and

g rubber and white smoke insta

ndow. Warm, thick blood immediately began to

h the rain. They wedged a heavy iron crowbar into th

body onto a rigid stretcher, shoving he

e way to the emergency ba

the ER forced Evelyn to squeeze her eyes s

m her face and stitching the deep gash above her brow. The p

ut. As the fabric swished closed, Moira leaned toward a

of the Finley Group is upstairs righ

physically stop

ears, and a cold rush of bile

round. Evelyn reached over and ripped the IV

ra started, but Evelyn

the edge of the mattress. Her freshly stitched forehead throbbed

er knuckles, splattering onto th

e wall, using it to keep her balance as she forc

button for t

her heavy, aching body down the quiet, carpet

inds of the room, warm, soft l

e hospital bed. He held a plastic c

nst the pillows. Fat, patheti

b brushed gently across Brianna'

lifting her own hand to press

elt like a solid block of cement. The tearing sensati

n the hallway. The sudden movement sent a sickening jolt of pain through her br

on top clattered together

napped toward the door, his jaw

elf off the cart and darted into the h

ulled her phone from her coat pocket

e answered, her voice was completely h

Chapter End

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Shattered Rings And Her Priceless Hidden Identity

Westley Curlin Romance

“I was rushed to the emergency room with a bleeding head after a horrific car crash. But while the doctor was stitching my forehead, I heard the nurses whispering. "The CEO of the Finley Group is upstairs right now, playing nurse to that pregnant actress." My heart stopped. I ripped out my IV and dragged my battered body to the VIP suite, only to watch my billionaire husband tenderly wipe away his mistress's tears. I filed for divorce that night and left his penthouse with nothing but a basic suitcase. Carter was furious. He tracked me down, completely ignoring my injuries, and mocked me relentlessly. "You're nothing but a breeding tool. You won't survive a week without my money." When I later collapsed from severe stomach cramps, he abandoned me on the floor because his mistress faked a panic attack over the phone. He even nearly ran me over in the freezing rain as he sped back to her side. I had loved him in secret for ten agonizing years, pouring my bleeding heart into a novel about my unrequited love. I couldn't understand how a man could be so incredibly cold-blooded to his own wife. But Carter didn't know I was the anonymous author of that global bestselling book. So when he tried to use his massive wealth to buy the film rights and give his mistress the lead role, I walked straight into his boardroom, slammed my contractual veto on the table, and finally fought back.”