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The Jilted Wife's Ruthless Billionaire Comeback

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 789    |    Released on: Today at 17:39

ernoon of the

e polished marble floor of Mount Sinai Hospital. Bianca followed

ey's private wing for the consultat

touched Evelyn's l

directly in the path of Dr. Price and his team of specialists. T

e increments, opened his mouth to greet her. Evelyn

directive, stamped with the official seal

ving no room for argument. "You and your team are needed in the pen

tand the gravity of the situation, but Ms. Foley's hematological condition al

e funding for your entire department, Doctor, is approved with my signature

l hesitation crumbled under the weight of it. He gave a curt nod,

e shut, the tense line of her jaw rela

when a figure stormed toward her, hi

ally tight. She could feel his fing

w, vicious growl. "What the hell do you thin

ng her wrist, then back up at his face.

pensive cologne filling the space between them. "If anything hap

anything happens to your grandfather, the patriarc

r faltering for a split second. "We

u?" Evelyn said, yanking her arm free. She rubbed the red

rectly in the eye

ed with rage. "You've become cold, Evelyn.

ce flat. She reached into her Hermès bag and pulled o

ital floor. At the top of the pile, in bold, black lette

ils contracted, and his head snapped up, his

unassailable calm. "I want two hundred million d

s laugh. "You're dreaming. The Donaldson lawyers w

who cleaned up the books for Donaldson Corp. before the first IPO. Don't fo

carefully guarded corporate secret. A secret he thought only he

iqued. Julian, ever conscious of his public image,

lasses onto her face, hiding

e you in

rs, leaving him standing amidst the scattered ruins

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“For six years, I gave up my seat on the board and shelved my own ambitions to build my husband's corporate empire and raise our daughter. Then I found him hosting a private candlelit dinner for his fragile mistress, Seraphina, fastening my mother's heirloom emerald necklace around her neck. Sitting right beside them was our six-year-old daughter, Scarlett. "I hope you can come live with us forever, Aunt Seraphina!" My husband just smiled and stroked her hair. He had been slowly poisoning our child against me. When Scarlett saw me, she screamed that I was a control freak and wished Seraphina was her new mommy. My husband even bought his mistress a replica of our Hamptons villa and let her wear my million-dollar custom wedding gown. When I finally confronted them, my own daughter physically attacked me, and my husband threatened to ruin my life if I didn't apologize to his mistress. I looked at the family I had poured my soul into. My love and sacrifices were nothing but a punchline to them. I was treated like an intruder and a villain in my own home. But they forgot who secretly saved their company from bankruptcy. I took off my wedding ring, filed for divorce, and pulled the top-tier medical team keeping his mistress alive. I wouldn't stop until his grandfather signed over fifty percent of their empire to me. This time, I was going to burn his secrets to the ground.”