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The Jilted Wife's Billionaire Heiress Comeback

Chapter 4 

Word Count: 760    |    Released on: 15/05/2026

assive living room. Her heels clicked sharp

was wearing her dirty designer shoes indoors, eating expens

wisted into an immediate sneer. "What are y

air. "The maid hasn't fluffed these pillows properly. Go to the kit

olded her arms across her chest, staring at Gayle

ight behind Ava. His massive frame cast a long, intimidating shadow over

at Landon. "Who is this thug? I'm calling

fectly level. "You have exactly ten minutes to

ses? My son paid for this penthouse! You are nothing

eed and tossed it onto the glass coffee table. It la

," Ava c

gal jargon. The property's sole legal owner was a subsidiary of the Beaumont Group. And just an hour ago, that ownership was t

ood up. "You're a barren wife!" she shouted, her chest heaving.

reach her eyes. "I agree. I won't be giving Bryant an heir.

. The revelation of Kadence's pregn

e at her son's infidelity. Instead, Gayle's

he looked at Ava with renewed arrogance. "Well, then you really do

. "The Ford legacy is nothing but a mountain

rd to her. She gestured t

luggage by the handles and tossed it unceremoniously out int

bags, screaming at the top of her lungs. "I w

physical presence to herd the screaming woman out o

avorite, gaudy faux-fur coat from the armchair and to

va said smoothly. "Assuming Bryant can

ed dark red with rage and absolute humiliation. She clutched her

on the elevator panel. She maintained direct,

's shrill voice mid-sentence. The penthouse

lding's security team sweep the apa

ng Central Park. She pulled out her phone, ready

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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."”