Jilted Wife: The Billionaire's Contract Bride

Chapter 7

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nch away from Jereme; in fact, she pressed

ashed with intense mockery. "Alright, if you don

gainst the wall. Her gaze swept over the seemingly perfect, star-crossed lovers with glacial i

udden, sharp pang of guilt pierced through his anger as he remembered how hard he h

arly tumbled to the floor. "Jereme~" she whined, but he didn't even look back at

Chloe's stomach. "How is your stomach? Seriously,

stretched hand away. "Careless? I wouldn't have slammed into the wall if a ce

adn't been making things difficult for Ericka, I wouldn't have gotten angry! She's y

!* but a sudden, vicious cramp in her lowe

her hand instinctively grabbing Jereme's sleeve

If I hadn't come, none of this would have happened! Sister's health has been perfect since she got pregnant. It mu

ned and sprinted down the hallway

disgust. "Stop faking it! I am so disappointed in you, Chloe! I thought you were mature and sensible, but you're actually making up lies about a mi

jail-free card! I promised your parents I would take care of Ericka, a

nd and sprinted after Ericka, complete

hloe's legs gave out, and she c

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Jilted Wife: The Billionaire's Contract Bride

Shelby Helliwell Modern

“Ten years together, three years of marriage. I thought we were the perfect couple, especially after our IVF finally worked and I became pregnant. But an anonymous text shattered everything. It was a photo of my husband, Jereme, passionately kissing my stepsister, Ericka. Through a cracked bedroom door, I heard them laughing. Ericka was pregnant too. Jereme promised her he would divorce me as soon as I delivered "our" baby. Then came the most chilling part. Jereme bragged that he had bribed the clinic to swap his sperm with a "discarded" sample. He called me a mere incubator, refusing to let his precious bloodline run through my body. When I coldly handed him the divorce papers, his fragile ego snapped. In a fit of rage, he shoved me hard against his office wall. As blood pooled around my legs and I begged for help, he just sneered. "Stop faking a miscarriage to get my attention. It's pathetic." Then, he ran off to comfort a crying Ericka, leaving me and my unborn baby to die on the cold floor. Lying in my own blood, my ten years of love turned into pure, icy hatred. I didn't understand how the man I trusted could be so monstrously cruel. But Jereme made one fatal mistake. That "discarded" sperm didn't belong to a nobody. It belonged to Blace Salinas, the most powerful and ruthless billionaire in the city. And when I woke up in the hospital, Blace was standing by my bed, ready to make them pay.”