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Final Goodbye To My Billionaire Husband

Final Goodbye To My Billionaire Husband

Author: Xing Jiayi
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Chapter 1 

Word Count: 1103    |    Released on: Today at 10:34

against the cerami

ire Green watched the black coffee swirl, long since gone cold. O

ar? Dr. Ros

bs a cheerful blue that felt like a lie. They kept their v

c prodigy? I thought sh

a conspiratorial lean. "Saw her with Bishop Reynolds yest

the golden couple of med school. Ev

chill seeping into her bones. She could feel the pressure building behind her eyes. She bit dow

, vibrating silently ag

ea

nd answered. Her mother-in-law's voice was exactly as

entrance. Be here

anor

with the best. We're getti

ne wen

. She walked out of the cafe and into the sterile white

n she s

ike a planet holding its moons in orbit, was Janae Rose. She was even more striking in person. Confident

sn't a look of recognition. It was the brief, dismissive glance one gives to a piece of furni

ace, her sensible flats making no sound on the linoleum floor

at the curb. The driver o

rand pearl necklace resting on her silk blouse. She didn'

vate clinic," Eleanor

Eleanor adjusted her necklace, her man

d, her voice as cool as the rain-streaked

ed air of the car. Eleanor turned her head, her ga

ts most important product is an heir. Three

w York blurred into a gray watercolor of misery. She fel

h a polished brass plaque. The interior was all marble and muted

fifties with a severe haircut an

aluation. I want to know, definitively, what the problem

laire began, her voice barely a

glare cu

and the duration, I would recommend a hysteroscopy. It's an invasive procedure, but it

face drained of color. She knew what the procedure en

ried for three years

w Eleanor's eyes, narrowed with suspicion. A refusal would be an admission. An

the promise she mad

gile peace she was trying to ke

hroud. She lay down on the examination table, the leather cool against h

lking in low tones just outside the door

loves. The snap echoed in the silent room. The clink of me

explain the procedure. You

of panic and humiliation. She squeezed her eyes shut,

was the ultimate p

ld feel the air shift. She held her

n room was thrown open with such for

was like

the bright light of the hallway. He brought the chill of t

jerking back, a metal instru

se froze, their fac

the table, felt

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Final Goodbye To My Billionaire Husband
Final Goodbye To My Billionaire Husband
“For three years, I was the secret wife of Bishop Reynolds, living like a ghost in a loveless marriage to fulfill my dying father's wish. Then, his true love, Janae Rose, came back to New York. The moment she returned, my mother-in-law dragged me to a clinic for an invasive fertility check, determined to expose my "barrenness." When Bishop burst into the room, I thought he had come to save me. Instead, he looked at my trembling, humiliated body with cold accusation, his eyes only softening when Janae appeared at the door. Later that night, trying to hide from them at a restaurant, a waiter accidentally spilled a tureen of scalding soup all over my back. Bishop carried me into his car to treat my severe burns, but halfway to the hospital, Janae called, crying about a broken lock at her apartment. Without a second thought, he ordered the driver to turn around, leaving me alone on the rainy street with my agonizing wounds. Standing in the freezing downpour, the physical pain was nothing compared to the hollow chasm in my chest. I finally understood that no matter how much I bled for him, I would only ever be an ugly obstacle in their perfect love story. Returning to our empty mansion, I pulled out our marriage contract from the deepest drawer. The next morning, facing his furious family who demanded an explanation for his scandalous photos with Janae, I smiled calmly. "Please don't be angry with Bishop. It was my idea to keep our marriage private." As they stared at me in shock, I sent a text to my best friend. "I'm ready. Give me the name of that divorce lawyer."”