Reborn Heiress: Divorcing The Ruthless Billionaire

Chapter 3

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clicked shut. Alond

lding and raised her hand. A yel

the driver, sliding into

nd entrance of a high-end luxury hotel. The

ut a black credit card-the one linked to her personal t

uite," she t

the shower. She turned the water as hot as she could stand. The scalding spr

d put on a sharp, tailored bla

to-ceiling window overlooking the ocean. She pi

n the glass doors of a top-ti

lack coffee across a polished mahogany

. The bitter liqui

aive all rights to alimony. I want zero dollars from the Arnold esta

bluntness. He quickly turned to his

ick stack of papers. The terms were brutal, lea

he grabbed a pen and signed her nam

ely," Alondra instructed, sliding the

oardroom of the Arnold Global build

. His face was a mask of cold fury as he liste

d Vance, Gerard's executive assistant,

n, handing him a thick manila envelope wi

ped the seal open and

ce Agreement" st

ctly to the back page. There it was. A

talking. They exchanged nervous glances

She was actually trying to push his limits. She th

d the thick stack of

re document in half. The loud tearing s

pieces into the metal

nd. "If that firm sends anything e

mered, taking a step ba

words blurred. His mind kept flashing back to the

it roughly. He slammed his pal

pended," Ger

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“Alondra spent three hours making soup for her husband, only to find him at the hospital tenderly holding another woman's hand. "I'm four weeks pregnant, Gerard," the woman said softly. Gerard coldly handed Alondra a divorce agreement, claiming their three-year marriage was just a placeholder because this woman had once saved his life. Heartbroken, Alondra fled in her car, only to realize her brakes had been completely disabled. She spun out of control and crashed head-on into a massive delivery truck. As she lay trapped in the mangled wreckage with her ribs crushed and blood filling her mouth, Gerard's black Maybach pulled up to the curb. He stared at her dying body through the window with a completely blank expression. He didn't call an ambulance or even open his door. He simply rolled up his tinted window and drove away into the rain. A raw, suffocating hatred burned in her chest, hotter than the pain in her shattered bones. She couldn't understand how the man she had loved and served so devotedly could just coldly watch her die like a piece of trash. Opening her eyes again, Alondra gasped for air. She had returned to the exact morning two years ago, right before she was supposed to deliver that pathetic soup. When Gerard walked in and threatened her with divorce, she didn't cry or beg. "I agree. Let's divorce," she said calmly, packing her bags to reclaim her true identity as a billionaire heiress.”