Final Goodbye To My Billionaire Husband

Chapter 2

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out. He stopped beside the table, his large frame castin

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her professional composure cracking. "This is a

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in their three-year marriag

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n. It was the only thing she could think of to say that would end this nig

stunned silence of the room

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nd then satisfaction crossing her features. Thi

nt giving way to raw curiosity at the bizarre dra

s reaction that he

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way his chest had stopped moving mid-breat

nt knock came

voice, gentle and laced with

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voice of

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Final Goodbye To My Billionaire Husband

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“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."”