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The Jilted Wife's Billionaire Heiress Comeback

Chapter 6 

Word Count: 698    |    Released on: 15/05/2026

oodman on Fifth Avenue. The heavy glass doors were opened instantl

cally bowed as he greeted Anona, personally escorting them past the pu

plimentary champagne awaited them. Racks of un

cting the three personal shoppers to bring out the en

royal treatment, set her glass down. "Mom, I need a moment to

the corners. "Take your time, darling. I'll

suite. She walked onto the bustling, brightl

n emerald green silk gown displayed on a central mannequin. She lightly t

ugh the ambient classical music. "That

new-money socialite, stood a few feet away wit

ut incredibly smug, was Kadence Fischer. She was

kingly on Ava's simple, unbranded clothing, completel

ghed loudly, ensuring nearby shoppers could hear. "Forci

sympathetic pout. "Ava, you shouldn't embarrass yourse

sion was entirely unreadable. She let th

snapping her fingers aggressively. "Take that gree

. "I'm sorry, Ms. Vance. That dress is a one-of-a-kind runway

voice, practically shouting. "I spend hundreds of thousands

mile finally broke across her face. She address

ghty thousand dollars on a dress j

e need to show off in front of Kadence, haughtily lift

offering Tiffany the floor with mock politeness. "If you are truly that wealthy

ny, maybe we should just leave," she whispered, sens

ed her heavy platinum credit card onto the

tween the aggressive Tiffany and the s

reassuring nod, silently encouraging

buy this, I'm having security

looking at a watch. "Security w

ction, the digital dial spinning as Tiffany unknowi

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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."”