The Divorced Wife And Her Billionaire

Author: Snooty

Chapter 1

Word Count: 647 | Released on: Today at 19:19

he heart monitor sliced throu

ey were weighed down by lead. A high fever blurred her visi

e IV drip, her eyes dropping to Aurora's face. There was a thick

wn. "Your organ failure is progressing. Do you wa

Her pride fought against the suffocating weight of her despair. Her fingers tw

e turned and walked out of the roo

sky was a bleak, unforgiving gray. A violent spasm of p

nstantly soaked through her thin hospita

ocused on the nightstand. H

he center of the screen. Today w

ered her remaining pride. She reached out with her right arm. The IV

e phone. Her muscles gave out, and the phone sli

edge of the bed. Blood backed up into the clear IV tubing, but sh

ing for air. Her lungs burned. Her thu

s and pressed Conrad H

. Two rings. Every empty beep was a nee

let her arm drop when

loud cheering and the distinct pop of

, high-pitched laugh stabbed

lp Leo cut the cake!" Jess

e fist had punched straight through her ribs an

onrad," she whispered. The sound w

her end suddenly muffled. Jess

ed. Her voice dripped with a

so hard her knuckles tu

d in from a few feet away. "Who

sounded like the victim. "It's the hospi

gue came through the speaker, fol

ce was crystal clear. "Today is Leo's birthda

about her condition. He didn't a

ordered. "And don'

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“As Aurora lay dying of organ failure in the freezing ICU, she used her last ounce of strength to call her husband on their son's fifth birthday. Instead of his voice, she heard the pop of champagne and the sweet laugh of his mistress, Jessica. Conrad snatched the phone, impatiently ordering Aurora not to "ruin the mood" with her irrelevant calls. But what truly pushed her into cardiac arrest was her five-year-old son's excited voice ringing through the speakerphone. "I wish for Auntie Jessica to be my new mommy!" "As long as you like it, Daddy will give you anything," Conrad promised without a second of hesitation. Aurora gagged on her own blood and flatlined, the heart monitor erupting into a piercing red alarm. She had swallowed her pride and wasted five years playing the perfect, submissive housewife, only to be thrown away like garbage by the two people she loved most. She couldn't understand why her absolute devotion ended with her dying completely alone on a sterile mattress. But she didn't die. Snatched from the jaws of death by a mysterious billionaire from her past, she woke up in a luxury suite, fully healed. Looking at her pale, cold reflection in the window, the pathetic old Aurora died. She packed her battered suitcase, signed a brutal postnuptial agreement waiving every single cent of her husband's wealth, and dropped the divorce papers on the table. This time, she was leaving for good.”