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My Cheating Ex Plays My Fake Husband

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 791    |    Released on: Today at 16:39

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y by my breathing and the steady presence of Alistair. The Alpha aura h

man of his stature would see

ndson, Kaelen?" Alistair finally spok

ont Pack. The legendary Alpha who was said to be powerful, ruthl

" I answered cautiously.

knuckles tapping lightly on the

r briefcase beside him and handed

he streetlamps, I read the title at the

Alistair in disbelief,

Alistair said, a flicker of pain in his voice. "The attackers used silver-laced w

es. It didn't just destroy the body; it imprisoned the soul. A trut

a loss," he continued. "But our Elders have found one las

like something fro

fe force to awaken his slumbering wolf and consciousness." Alistair's eyes locked on

t the man. The rules were clear: fated mates feel an undeniable reco

I blurted out. "I've neve

" Alistair looked at me, "your Omega scent is so faint, you're almost like a human. You are li

I had always thought I was just a regular,

cument in my hands. "You marry Kaelen. You care for him as his wife until h

ars. The number e

surgery. It could get her the best care

ever met, a man in a coma, to perform

gree to this?" I found my

"Your grandmother Maeve needs money for her surgery. You just lost your job. That useless boy Etha

ng. My desperati

ck toward him. As tempting as five million dollars was,

ss. "Keep the agreement. Give me

d apartment building. It was a world away

you visit Kaelen at St. Mary's Hospital. He's in the intensiv

took the heavy agreeme

e night. The thin file in my hand felt like it weighed a thousand pounds. My mind was

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My Cheating Ex Plays My Fake Husband
My Cheating Ex Plays My Fake Husband
“I was working three exhausting jobs a day just to save fifty thousand dollars for my grandmother's life-saving heart surgery. But during a late-night food delivery to a luxury hotel suite, I caught my boyfriend of three years wrapped in a silk robe, intimately holding the university's wealthy queen bee. I threw the expensive steak in his face and dumped him, but they didn't let it go. The queen bee posted a maliciously edited video of me online, framing me as a hysterical, desperate gold digger. Using her powerful family's influence, she systematically got me fired from every single job I had, leaving me completely penniless. Just as I hit absolute rock bottom, the hospital called to tell me my grandmother's heart was failing. If I didn't pay the fifty thousand dollars by next week, she would die. I was suffocating in despair, wondering why these wealthy elites could crush my life like an ant without a second thought. Left with no other choice to save my family, I signed a five-million-dollar agreement with my ex-boyfriend's terrifying grandfather. The deal? I had to marry his comatose, legendary heir, Kaelen Beaumont. But to keep the dark truth from my fragile grandmother, the grandfather issued a twisted command. He forced my cheating ex-boyfriend to pretend to be my new, healthy, and deeply devoted husband. Looking at the pale, terrified man who had just betrayed me, I stepped back and coldly laid down the rules. "From now on, you are Kaelen Beaumont, and you will make her believe you love me more than anything in the world."”