The Divorced Wife And Her Billionaire

Chapter 4

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he Upper East Side, directly across from an elit

ilored khaki trench coat. She stood in the shadow o

ang. A stream of children in pristine, expe

ing with his backpack bouncing against his shoulde

st season's Chanel tweed suit. She laugh

aybach parked at the curb. He walked over and n

. The sound of their perfect, happy family laught

arby smiled at Jessica, praising

lawless performance. She waited for the famili

ing

r stomach. She felt physically sick at the though

scream. She simply turned on her h

the Manhattan penthouse sh

r clicked open. The entryway smelled like expensive, unfamiliar

to the master bedroom and opened the back of the walk-in closet. She pulled o

textbooks, her pre-marriage clot

dn't look at the diamond jewelry Conrad had

r leather tote bag and pulled out a thick documen

placed the Divorce Agreement dead ce

only a single, dim floor lamp burning in the

ed to midnight. The biometric loc

s tie loose. The heavy stench of whiskey

ht. He flinched when he saw Aurora sitting in the shadows. H

snapped, his voice loud and accusatory. "You didn't ev

ention the surgery. She just looked at him

index finger against the cover of t

e squinted at the bold black letters

roughly unbuttoned the top three buttons of his sh

water. "You want my attention so badly you actually paid a lawy

ehind him. Her voice was complet

ammed the glass down, and pushed past her toward the bed

e bedroom and sla

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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.”