The Despised Wife's Spectacular High Society Comeback

Chapter 3

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usted her napkin, smoothing out the non-existent wri

. She carried a heavy silver tray holding a plate o

tered against the porcelain. The girl was clearly terrified of Summer,

g smile. She glanced at the small brass pin on the g

n sheer shock at the uncharacteristic k

ace flushing red. She bumped her hi

ed softly, picking up he

yes as she savored the rich, perfectly cooked hollandais

rned. The maid hesitantly placed a custom-made, heavy crystal a

pplements, Madam," Clara whispered, her

oked on h

d violently into her linen napkin, her chest heaving as

lls inside the crystal bottle. A wave of profound

a desperate, pathetic scheme to get pregnant, believing a baby would perma

ement Julian had thrown at her last night. She rememb

utside of Julian's explicit, written consent w

llowing poison pills. Every pink tablet was a step closer to

te from the force of her grip. She stood up abruptly from the

ic vitamins, Clara," Summer stated in a

ermined, her low heels clicking sharply against the floor as

oor and marched over to the marble t

stal bottle. The child-proof lock clicked lo

to the toilet bowl. She watched the bright pink

ush lever. The loud, aggressive rush of

ar down the drain. A profound sense of taking c

ested her hands flat against the cold marble c

ainly not rely on a baby for my survival,"

usive stepmother. She would collect her monthly st

ly with expensive, lavender-scented soap. She was symbolicall

re straightened, her spine aligning perfectly a

g out into the grand foyer with a ren

A chaotic, echoing wave of loud, obnoxious teena

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“Summer woke up to the blinding light of a crystal chandelier, only to realize she had transmigrated into the trashy romance novel she read last night. She was now the universally despised contract wife of Julian Sterling, a ruthless New York billionaire who immediately threw down a leather folder and demanded a divorce. Faking a drunken stupor to survive the night, Summer thought she could at least enjoy the wealthy lifestyle, but reality hit her hard. Her bank account had exactly fifty cents. The original owner had secretly sent every penny of her massive allowance to a parasitic, gambling-addicted brother. Worse, the maids were serving her daily fertility pills-a direct violation of her ironclad prenup that would leave her penniless on the streets if Julian found out. Even her rebellious teenage stepson and his vicious friends treated her like a joke, openly mocking her in her own foyer. A billionaire's wife with fifty cents? It was a cruel, terrifying joke. She was completely trapped with a husband who despised her, a stepson trying to humiliate her, and a toxic brother threatening public ruin if she didn't pay up. But Summer refused to be a victim in this new life. She flushed the forbidden pills down the toilet, permanently blocked her leeching brother, and effortlessly thwarted a vicious plot to drug her stepson. When Julian coldly called to order her to a high-society charity gala, he left a sharp warning. "Do not embarrass the Sterling name again tonight. Keep your mouth shut." Summer simply smirked. She bypassed the pastel dresses and zipped up a striking emerald green silk gown, her eyes burning with cold ambition, ready to show New York exactly who they were dealing with.”