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Rising From Ruin: The Billionaire's New Obsession

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 1068    |    Released on: Today at 11:32

ag through the rapidly deepening snow, each step a battle. A few blocks from the h

ger, glanced up from his phone with suspicion. Andrea ignored him, making her way to a small seating

scalding her tongue. She sat on a hard plastic chair, wrapping her frozen

. A personal account she'd opened in college and kept secret, siphoning small amoun

eared on the sc

d to fight a multi-millionaire lawyer for her daught

ng FaceTime call. A picture of her five-ye

e quickly wiped the tears from her face with the back of her

answered, her voice

igtails. She was beaming. "Mommy! Look what I made!" She pr

r heart constricting in a painful knot. "It's

Lily said happily. "Where is

tered for a second. She swallowed hard against the lump in her throat. "Y

love yo

sweetie. I'll see

phone slipped from her hand and clattered onto the table. She buried her f

. La

as standing over her, looking annoyed. "You can't jus

, mortified. "I'm sor

iliation was a fresh layer of pain on top of everything e

lowest price. The expensive hotels of Manhattan were out of the question. Her search led her to the fringes of the city, to

ery snow of Long Island was replaced by gray, slushy mounds piled on the curbs. Th

he motel's neon sign flickered erratically, half the letters dark. The bui

tched plexiglass. A large, unshaven man sat be

"I'd like a room for a week,

and disheveled, sweater. He quoted a price twe

snapped. The exhausted

a different price upon arrival is a deceptive trade practice under Title 20 of the New York City Admin

on municipal law. He grumbled something under his breath, snatched

o a plastic tag through the sl

l and grim. The wallpaper was peeling, the carpet was stained,

under the knob for good measure. A small sliver of

spring immediately dug into her back. Staring up at the w

break. Not while

painfully slow, but it worked. She navigated to the New York St

vorces. Precedents in custody battles invol

aced by a cold, clear focus. He had taken her home, her

ough the grimy window. She had a long fight ahead of her. And she

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“I came home a day early from a business trip, eager to surprise my husband of seven years. But when I opened our bedroom door, I found him sweating over his new junior associate. Before I could even process the shock, my mother-in-law walked in. She completely ignored me and went straight to the naked mistress to check on her unborn baby boy. Then, my husband tossed a divorce petition at my feet. He had secretly transferred every penny of our savings and our home into his mother's trust six months ago. "Take this and get out. Don't even think about fighting me for our daughter. You have no money and no job. No court will give you custody." He flicked a $5,000 check at me like I was a stray dog. Seven years of sacrificing my law career to be a homemaker, only to be caught in a meticulously planned trap. I was thrown out into a blizzard with nothing, later publicly mocked by his mistress and my former peers who laughed at my outdated clothes and empty resume. But they forgot one thing. Before I was his wife, I was the top graduate of Georgetown Law. I tore his pathetic check into pieces. Gripping the business card of a ruthless billionaire developer I had just outsmarted on the streets, I knew if the traditional law firms wouldn't open their doors for me, I would just kick them down.”