The Jilted Wife's Ruthless Billionaire Comeback

or around. Mechanical movements, a pale and expressionless face-the cold air clawed at bare skin, barely felt. The h

. The neon lights of the New York night blurred into st

ame flashed across the dashboard screen. The

name. Then a finger moved with deliberate p

underground garage, the sound echoing off concrete walls, be

was sharp and decisive, carrying their owner toward the elevator.

ll on the anniversary dinner, still untouched on the

table, carried into the kitchen, and scraped-every

ssive walk-in closet pulled open. A long, unrea

suitcase came down, landing on t

trousers yanked from shelves and shoved in without care. Movements precise but utterly devoid of feeling. Drawers emptied-personal files, passport, jewelry case-everything wedged into the remaining spaces

electronic chime of the front door unlocking, followed by the

zipped the suitcase shut and walked o

utiful, limited-edition Barbie doll. The smile

ng her voice to remain steady. "

he doll tighter. "It was much more f

ctor's item, one she knew Julian wouldn't have tho

't a qu

denly shrill. "Aunt Seraphina is a millio

She took a step forward, reaching for her daughter's hand, want

been burned. She stumbled back a few steps, her eye

rieked, her voice echoing in the cavernous room.

he finally understood. This wasn't just a child's preference. This was indoctrina

She tried to intervene, gently taking Scarlett's arm and guiding

ed back. Her small face was twisted with a

raphina could b

e sound reverberating thr

. She felt the blood drain from her face, a cold tid

ving up her seat on the board, shelving her own ambitions, pouring all her energy

mother's softness, the last flicker of a wif

malt whiskey, the amber liquid catching the light. She tilted her head back and drank it down in

saved but hoped she would never have to use. The priva

answered on th

flat, devoid of any emotion. "I need you to dr