His Neglected Wife Is A Genius Auctioneer

Chapter 4

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ver. The excruciating physical pain completely dispelle

ed to the dressing table and gazed at herself in the mirror-pale, but resolute. Her eyes fell

amond. It was a transaction, secured by a fla

't a promise,

earring landed softly next to the velvet jewelry box, making a crisp cl

, she pulled out a worn leather folder from the bottom. Inside were her Columbia University diploma, Christie's auctioneer

e also on the shelves. She kept them all. From the back, she took out her pre-wedding clothes-an old pair

fawning responses. Chloe knew perfectly well what Carla had s

underestimation has now bec

uitcase. That sound

l suitcase behind her. Mrs. Gabow was the fir

ight's dinner-" Her voice traile

ptly ceasing. "Are you leaving?"

placing her hand domineeringly on Stella's

laced with malice. "Running away won't make

her eyes. "I didn't do anyt

augh. "Go and tell Mr. Carlisle about

can Express card, held it between two fingers, and flicked

hloe said coldly,

froze. "You'l

stepped into the elevator, "is tha

r close

e of weightlessness wash over her. It was

The doorman hurried to open the door. The

raised her hand on the side of the road

dusty dressing table. Her life's work, a c

in the distance. The city's neon glow reflected in her eyes. For the

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His Neglected Wife Is A Genius Auctioneer

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“Chloe had just undergone surgery to remove her fallopian tube, but her billionaire husband, Julian, didn't show up at the hospital. Instead, his housekeeper called, ordering her to attend a business dinner. When she dragged her agonizing, stitched-up body back to their penthouse, Julian didn't ask if she was okay. He just threw a limitless black Amex card at her face, telling her to stop playing the victim and name her price. Things escalated when his seven-year-old daughter accidentally spilled scalding water on Chloe's hand. His ambitious assistant, Kara, immediately swooped in, screaming that Chloe had deliberately burned the child out of jealousy. Julian didn't even look at Chloe's blistering skin. He held his daughter, called Chloe a monster, and threatened to destroy her. "You wouldn't survive a day without the Carlisle name," he sneered. Looking at the child she had raised for five years and the husband she had sacrificed everything for, a chilling coldness seeped into Chloe's bones. She had abandoned her Ph.D. at Columbia and her status as a top Christie's auctioneer, only to become a disposable, unpaid nanny and a corporate accessory. She didn't cry or defend herself. She simply took off her five-carat diamond ring, threw the black card at the assistant's feet, and packed a single suitcase. When Julian saw her a week later, she was standing in the spotlight of the Met Gala, holding an auction gavel, ready to make him pay.”