Divorced By The Billionaire: Watch Me Shine

Chapter 3

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nderneath was pale and smooth, a ghostly imprint of the three years she

ing gleaming in her open palm

band of metal as if it were burni

around it, the metal cool against her skin. A new, shar

nothing, "What about the SoHo portfoli

ilence was a confession. The properties were never for

er woman while he was still married to her. This wasn't a sudden affair, a fleeting m

h a fresh, physical pain. A fist clen

smile. "I see. Well, congrat

e picked up the signed agreement from the table, the

ors closing echoed in the silent apa

om her legs. The composure she had maintained for

box. The cashmere sweater. A

ear anger began to burn through the grief. It was a clean fire, purg

o public footprint. As Aria Vanderbilt, she b

author "Nomad," a name known for crafting intricate thrillers,

ought felt like surfacing after being held underwater for t

o methodically pack. Not

the bar. She was creating a clear physical boundary, erasing him from the space. This apartmen

She pulled out her phone, her fingers moving with a new, grim pur

e sweater against a neutral background. T

eater. Custom-made in Scotland. Never worn. Perfect for a

what she had paid for it: five t

rebellion. She wasn't just discarding his gift; she was liquidating t

e grieving was over. T

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“For three years, Aria Beaumont lived as a ghost, sacrificing her identity as a bestselling author to be the secret wife of billionaire Julian Vanderbilt. On their third anniversary, instead of a celebration, Julian handed her a cold, legal document. "I want to end our marriage. I am in love with someone else." He was leaving her for Isabelle Vance, Hollywood's reigning sweetheart. Aria didn't beg or cry. She signed the divorce papers, threw her platinum wedding band into a koi pond, and walked away to rebuild her life. But her quiet surrender wasn't enough for the new couple. Isabelle orchestrated a paparazzi ambush, lured Aria to a secluded resort under the guise of a peace offering, and drugged her tea. As the heavy sedative pulled Aria under, Isabelle smiled and let two hired thugs into the room. She planned to film a sordid, drug-fueled assault to utterly destroy Aria's reputation and frame her as an unstable ex-wife. Fighting through the haze, Aria slashed her way out with a shard of broken glass and barely escaped with her life. Waking up in a sterile hospital bed, Aria was consumed by a chilling confusion. She had given up the marriage without a single fight. Why were they still trying to push her to the brink of death? Before she could process the trauma, her cousin rushed into the room with a pale face. "Aria, no one has heard from your brother in forty-eight hours. He's missing." The divorce wasn't just a betrayal. It was a calculated hunt, and Aria was finally ready to strike back.”