Shattered Rings And Her Priceless Hidden Identity

Chapter 5

Word Count: 615 | Released on: 09/05/2026

old morning air hitting her face as she nav

of an exclusive, underground speake

unt, was already sitting in a dark leat

gner bag onto the seat, and collapse

er and immediately ordered

's forehead, her brow furrowing as she as

g deep in her bones. She told Amiya she had s

ather briefcase and pulled out a confidential do

the table, leaning in close and wh

quarter of overseas royalty payments had succes

igure number printed in black ink. A

ead back, swallowing the liquor in one long gulp

he hard edges of the room began to blu

k-to-back. The crushing weight on her chest fin

her phone. The bright screen hurt he

re she found the contact sav

unged across the table to grab the phon

massive mahogany table in the Finley Group's top-f

the wood. The screen li

er his emotions to the room, he picked up the device and pressed

piece. Evelyn's drunk, breathy laugh drifted to him, mocking

ne, she loudly insulted his performance in be

y, that he lacked the basic physi

a breath, their eyes dropping to their notepads, terrified to e

s in his jaw bulging as he ground his teeth together

his ear to hang up, but Evel

lammed the device down onto the table so hard the

able. She buried her face in her arms and laughed h

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“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.”