Discarded Wife Is A Hidden Billionaire Heiress

Author: Rafaela Kokkotou

Chapter 1

Word Count: 804 | Released on: Today at 16:10

hirty. The last dish was already place

alf an h

ton dress. Her gaze fell to the center of the table, to the bi

htness coiled

. She never wore expensive clothes. Her husband, A

ed through the silence. Her heart leaped into her throat. S

re a bespoke suit that probably cost more than her enti

ndsome face remained a mask of indifference. He loosened his ti

oice timid. "Atticus, you're home. Ha

oug

His gaze landed on the cake, a flicker

t like it had turned to ice. Cayla Weaver, Atticus's mistr

e injured her leg saving me three years ago. Lost her dream of bein

ut me?" she whispered. "We've b

st joke he'd ever heard. "If it weren't for the despicable m

l from the Rust Belt, should be grateful you got to marry into the St

inger at the cake, a last, desperate plea. "But it's

He walked over, picked it up, and without a moment's hes

the bin's edge, a grotesque mess

at. She lunged forward, trying t

filthy hands!" he snarle

ught completely off guard, stumb

the sharp marble corne

n from the back of her skull as darkness bloomed behind her

a tidal wave-a luxury yacht, the warm smiles of her parents, water

her PTSD and selective amnesia. A psychologist had implanted

act was the key that unlocked

ry. She simply lifted her head, and the way s

of adoration were now filled with nothi

miliar gaze, frowned. "What n

oke with absolute certainty: I am Adah Beaumont, t

ad humiliated her for three

as been toyed with and manipulated like a puppet? And she wasted three full years on someone like that, e

he brushed the dust from her dr

," she said. "Let

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Discarded Wife Is A Hidden Billionaire Heiress

Rafaela Kokkotou Modern

“For three years, Adah played the role of the humble, devoted wife to billionaire Atticus Sterling, erasing her own identity to maintain their cold marriage. On their third anniversary, he came home smelling of his mistress's signature perfume. When the other woman called, he didn't hesitate to leave, and when Adah desperately reached out to stop him, he violently wrenched his arm away in disgust. "Don't touch me!" She stumbled backward, her head violently connecting with the sharp corner of the marble fireplace. As darkness swallowed her whole, the man she loved didn't even look back, leaving her unconscious on the floor to rush to his lover's side. He had always mocked her, thinking she was just a poor, desperate woman who couldn't even afford next month's rent without his charity. He assumed she would always cling to him like a pathetic parasite. But that brutal blow shattered the mental cage she had been locked in for three years. Through the blinding pain, forgotten images flooded her mind in a tidal wave: a violent yacht explosion against a summer sky, endless lines of encrypted code, and her father's dying words. Why had she endured such humiliating abuse for a man who treated her like a discarded piece of furniture? When Adah opened her eyes again, the timid housewife was gone. She remembered everything-she was Adah Beaumont, the sole heir to the massive Beaumont fortune and the world's most elusive hacker, and her first act of rebirth would be handing Atticus a signed divorce agreement.”