The Divorced Wife And Her Billionaire

Chapter 3

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warm, golden light. A faint scent of fr

y opened

ted ceiling with soft, recessed lighting. The room looked like a

g agony in her lower back was completely gone. In its place

ext to the bed hummed a quiet, rhythmic

iform pushed the door open. She was carryi

d a perfectly trained, comforting smi

e nurse said softly. "The surgery by t

tared at the woman in disbelie

a small sip. "You are in a private rehabilitation center on th

y flashed to the pathetic balance in her

care cost. It was a number normal people couldn'

d the nurse's wrist. Her g

rimary care nurse," she said softly, before she gently but firmly pulled

's head was Conrad. But the memory of that cold,

he asked. Her voice was fl

emained perfectly neutral as she shook her head slightly. "I apologize,

rom her ex-husband, she didn't know a single pers

pulled back the edge of the blanket to ch

memory, trying to pull up the angry, violent vo

a. "He kicked the doors in at the hospital. He t

"My duties are strictly confined to your post-operative care. I ha

voice. She realized she wasn't going to get a si

over the edge of the bed. Her bare feet to

r, the vibrant, sprawling green canopy of Central Park stretched ou

begged for scraps of attention from a husband and a so

p reflection in the glass. H

a. "I need a pen and som

r on the glass coffee table and began to write a list o

ic marriage that had drained

e word Divorce. She pressed so hard the metal tip tore straight thr

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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.”