The Divorced Wife And Her Billionaire

Chapter 6

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t sitting on the counter. His face turned a sickly shade of pale

sn't throwing a tantrum. S

hit his chest, but he immediately bu

arble island, leaning over the counte

adly, you can have your divorce. But I will make sure yo

aled his family's private lega

om. He demanded the lawyer bring over the 'worst-case scenario' bruta

ive all alimony. You leave with nothing. You give

s laugh. He was absolutely certain this threat would break her.

ange. There was no pani

im with a quiet

hree crisp, clean words t

a full-force punch and hit nothing but em

cking slightly. "Without me, you don't eve

wn. Her posture was relaxed and elegant.

the penthouse, sweating through his suit.

e shot Aurora a look of genuine pity, trying to subtly sign

arning. She picked up a heavy

ap-filled legal jargon. She flipped straight

er name in quick, fluid stroke

across the table and tapped the

he pen. He had only ordered the document to scare

pathetic ego in front of his lawyer, h

stiff, professional tone. "According to New York State law, once the divorc

lly, "if either party changes their mind, a

't expect me to give you a way out during these 30 day

to the front door and grabbed the

t in 30 days. Don't be late

er, instantly cutting off Conrad's angry,

d down at the coffee table. Sitting right next to the torn pap

ling of total loss of co

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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.”