General He is really miserable, got divorced by his wife.

Chapter 5

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lips and the rain soaking the hem of her jeans

tcase. With a swift motion, he shrugged off his suit jacket, which still

around herself. The sudden warmth seeped

toward the waiting Maybach. His bodyguard

of tires tore through the sound of the rain. A silver Aston Martin sw

rrison stepped out. He didn't bother with an umbr

grab a file he left in the study, only

lliot's suit jacket draped over her. The rain ran down Julian's s

istance in long

oned his large frame directly in front of Eve

mocking laugh. "Kicked out of my house for five mi

curling in disgust. "I didn't know you had

a into his bodyguard's hand. He lunged forward and

ce a low, dangerous rumble. "I have no prob

ht back, slapping Elliot's hands aw

aiming his words directly at Evelyn. H

er the rain. "You finally found a sucker

oisoned blade straight to the heart.

ved for ten years. He looked lik

s right arm back and drove his fis

rain. Julian stumbled backward, caught entirely off gua

n Martin, rushing forward. The tension

s fists again, Evelyn st

her fingers around Elliot's clenched fist. Sh

ip. The agonizing pain and desperate love that used to live in her

cold and flat it cut through the rain, "my childr

e. She turned around and slid

ust, like he was looking at a pathetic loser.

versed smoothly, steered around the Aston

taillights fade away. Suddenly, a sharp, unexplainable pain

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“For three years, I played the perfect, submissive housewife to billionaire Julian Harrison. But right after an intimate night together, he coldly threw a divorce agreement onto the bed. "Scarlett landed an hour ago. I need my single status restored to welcome her back." That same night, I ended up in the emergency room and discovered I was pregnant with twins. When Julian found out, he didn't show a shred of joy. Instead, he stormed into my hospital room, threw a blank check directly at my face, and ordered me to get rid of them. He accused me of using the babies as a sick game to trap his assets. Then, his ruthless lawyer kicked me out of our penthouse, confiscating the jewelry he gifted me and tossing my worn-out notebook onto the floor like garbage. Standing in the freezing rain, my heart completely died. I had swallowed my pride, managed his life, and cooked his meals to his exact standards for three years, only to be thrown away the second his first love returned. But he didn't know that the notebook his lawyer discarded contained the secret formulas of Aura Beauty, a billion-dollar empire I built in the shadows. I tore his check into pieces, blocked his number, and left in a Maybach sent by my associate. Logging into my global CEO database, I looked at his company's fragile stock chart with a predatory smile. The docile Mrs. Harrison died in the rain. It was time to crush his empire.”