The Divorced Wife And Her Billionaire

Chapter 2

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pressed tight against her ear. She waited for

learly wanting to show off her vict

ut clearly in the background. "Da

ess vanished, replaced by a deep, loving wa

Jessica to be my new mom

ammer to the chest. The last fragil

ed and coughed up a mouthful of dark

ithout a second of hesitation. He was laughi

a shy, gigglin

e line w

e-cold tears slid down her t

ed suddenly erupted into a pie

rapid gasps. Massive black spots

wn away by her own son drained the

one dropped from her hand and hit the linoleum floor with

open. An ER doctor rushed in, d

lood pressure on the screen. "Charge

auma shears and quickly cut op

tor pads were slapped h

ating. The chaotic shouting and the ph

t completely, a chaotic, heavy set of fo

the end of the hall were ki

hrough the thick wood of Aurora's door.

ill wipe this entire fucking ho

ce made the ER doctor pause for a fraction of a

resource!" the man screamed. "Contact our partner Swiss medical center in New Y

brain. The voice was heavy with unfamiliar rage,

tarved brain cou

the docto

mmed through her chest. Her back

the familiar voice outside was cut off. Au

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The Divorced Wife And Her Billionaire

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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.”