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The Jilted Wife's Spectacular Billionaire Comeback

Zhi Yao

For ten years, I was the perfect, obedient wife to my wealthy husband, managing his severe OCD and hosting flawless high-society parties. But on our tenth anniversary, when I brought him his special hangover soup, I caught him sleeping with my younger sister in our master bedroom. Instead of panicking, he coldly handed me divorce papers with zero assets. He told me I was just a "placeholder" until my sister finished her degree and was ready to take my spot. Desperate, I called my mother for help, only to find out she had known about their affair for years. "You don't have Jana's drive or her looks. You clean house and you cook. That's not a wife, that's a domestic." My own mother sneered at me, telling me to walk away quietly because our family needed his financial support. They kicked me out of the penthouse with nothing but a suitcase, laughing that a woman who hadn't worked in a decade would end up begging on the streets. I bled for this family for ten years, only to be thrown away like garbage when my sister wanted my life. But they didn't know that while I was playing the boring housewife, I had secretly earned a Cordon Bleu diploma, a Cornell nutrition certification, and a Columbia master's degree. Using a hidden photo to blackmail a property out of him, I packed my elite credentials and landed a $300,000-a-year job managing a billionaire's estate. When my ex-husband drunkenly called days later demanding I come back to serve him, I calmly hit block.

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In the mourning hall, the air was heavy with grief. Heidy Hua stood quietly at the side, her eyes red with tears as she stared at the man in the coffin. There were many people who came to mourn, all of them bowing to pay their respects.

"I'm sorry for your loss," they would all say as they came up to her.

"Thank you," she would reply, her hands gracefully folded in front of her as she bowed back to them.

As she looked at her father lying down on the coffin, Heidy wished with all her might that he was just playing a prank on her, that he was just asleep and that he would soon open his eyes to tell her that he was still alive. However, it seemed more like a nightmare from which she couldn't be able to wake up from. The more she thought about it, the more pain she felt in her heart. But she had to endure it. She couldn't let herself break down.

The ceremony was still going on, and more and more people came to mourn. After having a word with the steward, Heidy went off and walked towards the villa in the backyard. It had been over twenty four hours since she had had some decent sleep. With her head throbbing, Heidy just wanted to have a few minutes of rest.

As she climbed up to the second floor, she heard a strange noise from the bedroom at the end of the hall. The fatigue Heidy felt left her body in an instant. She was not a fool and she knew what was going on in the room.

When she was about to push open the door to see who was shamelessly making love during her father's wake, she did not expect to hear a familiar voice. "Oh, baby, I've been missing you so much these days." Before the man finished speaking, there was another loud groan.

Heidy's eyes were wide open now, filled with undeniable shock. "No... It can't be..." Heidy murmured, her face turning pale.

A charming female voice then spoke. "Honey, I missed you too. What if my sister comes back?"

"Don't worry. I'm pretty sure she's busy with the funeral. You look so sexy right now. I think I might have to punish you today..." The man's low grunt showed that he was growing impatient.

The woman's laughter was soft and teasing. Not being able to stand it anymore, Heidy pushed the door open with great anger.

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