The Divorced Wife And Her Billionaire

Chapter 5

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ght poured through the panoramic floo

the guest room. Her eyes were clear.

p, professional blazer, and pulled her l

walked out wearing a silk robe, aggressively

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the Divorce Ag

d. A deep crease for

, and flipped through the first two pages. The corn

, his tone dripping with arrogant pity. "You think th

ing a mug of black coffee. She watched him l

," she said calmly. "I

cked onto Aurora's neat, firm signature

hed from his face, replaced by a dark, ugly scowl.

nto a vicious growl. "If you leave me, you won't eve

"You think the real world is easy? You've been a housew

phone, sitting on the bar count

ica. The background photo was a selfie of

en. A slow, razor-sharp sm

spike of panic. He quickly reache

p on the lock screen. It was impossible to miss: Baby, what tim

down. The ceramic clinked

id. Her tone was light, almost cheerful. "Hu

nrad's nerves like a live wire. He f

ent off the table, and gripped it with bot

ng sound, he ripped the th

re the document into dozens of jagged pie

er right at Aurora's feet. The pieces fluttere

his?" he spat, lifting his chin to look

ll. She didn't cry. She just let out a soft sigh, lik

pulled out another perfectly bound, identical copy of the

rough the air like a blade of ice. "You can take your

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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.”