The Jilted Wife's Billionaire Heiress Comeback

Chapter 3

Word Count: 770 | Released on: 15/05/2026

e. The heavy tinted windows shielded Ava from the g

ncrypted laptop. She rested it on her kne

rimary firewall. Bryant had never bothered to ch

ade his company valuable. She hit download. Once the files were secure on her hard dri

m, a vehicle registered to Ford Innovations is cur

, razor-thin smile formed on her lips. Bryant's

The screen displayed an unknown number, but Ava instantl

ar. She didn't say a single word. She let the h

that Landon could hear it from the front seat. "Is your phone stolen?

es. "I made the purchases, Bryant. I

"Are you out of your mind? ! Canc

ce dropping to a freezi

king him vicious. "The IPO requires strict financial optics. Yo

aced the edge of her laptop. "H

, suffocating shift in his demeanor

. Four point two million dollars. Placed under a shell

his lungs. "It's... it's a corporate investment prope

her eyes. "I saw her holding her stomach at the hospital today, Bryant. Do corporate investment prop

ver echoed through the phone. Bryant's pa

ningly soothing, manipulative tone. "Just stay at the h

Ava said, her voice devoid of any human emotion. "

do that!

l button, cutting his screa

iny SIM card, and snapped it in half with her thumb. Sh

de the towering, ultra-exclusive re

he heavy rear door and extended a professional

immediately straightened his posture, tipping his hat in d

t now. And I need you to permanently remove Bryant Ford fro

hesitate. He typed the restriction directly into th

med elevator. She swiped her master key

gital numbers ticked upward, matching

The expansive, sunlit foyer of the multi-mill

g voice echoed off the marble walls. Gayle

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“I woke up alone in a cold hospital room after a near-fatal car crash. My husband of three years, Bryant, claimed he was too busy with back-to-back meetings to visit me. But when I dragged my bruised body into the hallway, I caught him pinning his pregnant mistress against a vending machine. "As soon as my company IPOs next month, I'm dumping my useless wife." "She's so pathetic. She'd be living on the streets if it wasn't for my charity." For three years, Bryant and his mother had humiliated me for being an orphan, treating me like a penniless burden while he secretly bought a multi-million-dollar townhouse for his new family. A cold knot formed in my stomach. I had almost died in that wreckage, yet my husband was disgusted by my very existence, eagerly waiting to throw me away. But Bryant didn't know about the damp, sealed envelope the paramedics had recovered from my wrecked car. The DNA report inside proved I wasn't a nobody from the gutter. I was the biological daughter of the Beaumonts-New York's wealthiest, most ruthless billionaire dynasty. I didn't scream or confront them. Instead, I calmly pulled out my phone, recorded their affair in high definition, and dialed a Wall Street financier I hadn't spoken to in years. "I'm done playing the happy housewife. Pull his algorithmic backdoors and drain the accounts."”