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Jilted Ex-Wife? The Secret Billionaire Heiress!

Chapter 5 

Word Count: 859    |    Released on: Today at 10:49

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mile touching his lips as he glanced at the screen. It was a grou

er to the bassinets. He took a few clear, adorable ph

s of notification sounds. I could hear ex

Julian, you're a hero!" a

m all the toys in the world!" anoth

ee Ariadn

e screen and answered immediately. "Sister, you'

smiled at me.

felt before washed over me. I was

. We already know. When you've rested, your brother Keanu will handle all the legal m

grievances I had about Keenan suddenly seemed

t I could hear my own frantic heartbeat

ered, "Babies, your grandpa and gra

messy hair and hospital gown. I didn't

ly lean helplessly against the headb

ernity. I imagined their fac

as beautiful as in the video? My f

, the suite door wa

ed, exuding an aura of power. But right now, their

n her fifties, perfectly preserved, her dark brown hair swept up in a

ast Julian and l

torm of emotions in her gaze-shock, elation,

a primal connection of blood and

steps forward. "Ariadne... my baby

ate in my memory. I couldn't hold back

wrapping her arms aroun

of an expensive perfume. The embrace I had

bbed into my ear. "I'm so sorry, so

d wept, releasing all the grief and

cleared his throat gently. "Isabella, Any

ped my arms, as if afraid I would disappear again. She

stepped forward, his eyes also red. Julian introduce

red, "..

his voice deep and stead

andsome in his own way, all looking at m

ee bro

lled with more love and tears than I

my bed. "The babies?" she asked, her voice fi

er smile blooming on her face as she

wanting to touch them

y turning to ice. "That bastard... Keenan

my voice small.

let out a cold laugh. "Good. Very goo

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Jilted Ex-Wife? The Secret Billionaire Heiress!
Jilted Ex-Wife? The Secret Billionaire Heiress!
“I was in the hospital, enduring the agonizing pain of labor, while my husband, a famous hockey captain, refused to show up. When I called him for the twelfth time, begging for him, he lost his patience. "Giving birth is a woman's job, don't bother me with this stuff." Then, I heard my stepsister's sweet voice offering him a drink, and he immediately softened before hanging up on me. I gave birth to twins all by myself. The nurses treated me with cold indifference, and the family in the next bed loudly mocked me as a pathetic "Puck Bunny" who was just an adopted orphan about to be dumped. They were right. A month ago, my husband had thrown divorce papers at me, demanding I make way because my stepsister was pregnant with his child. I thought my life was a joke. I was just a discarded prop he married to satisfy his grandfather, a fake daughter my adoptive parents only used to elevate my stepsister. I was completely alone, ready to sign the papers just to protect my two babies. But then, the head of the hospital rushed in, transferred me to the top-floor VIP suite, and handed me a DNA test. It turned out I wasn't an unwanted orphan, but the long-lost daughter of the ultra-wealthy Sinclair family who had been searching for me for twenty years. Looking at my billionaire parents and three powerful brothers who just flew in on their private jets to protect me, I picked up my phone to call my arrogant husband. This time, I was going to make him leave with nothing.”