The Billionaire's Ex wife Wants Revenge

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ess, felt like a tomb, the air thick with the weight of unshed tears. Her eyes, puffy and red-rimmed, blinked open, focusing on th

they had spoken was months ago, a tense phone call that ended with Katherine's voice cracking, her heart breaking a littl

gainst her heated palm. She couldn't answer. Not now. The memory of their last conversation, the bitterness of her mother'

ady circulating, carried on the breeze of gossip and fueled

art. He had been her first love, the boy who had stolen her heart with a shy smile and a kind heart. He ha

blossoming of their love story, a tapestry woven with threads of hope and promise. But the

on. Her mother's words, whispered in her ear like a venomous snake, had burrowed into her soul, twisting her doubts into a knot of

sidious whispers, had gripped her tightly, a vice squeezing the air from her lungs. She had lied to Castiel, a small, insignificant l

cing to the strings of her own insecurities, only nineteen. And he, too, had been a boy, overwhelmed

the air. The news of her pregnancy had been met with a mixture of shock and disbelief. His face, usually etched wi

. Her miscarriages, three in total, were the gaping wounds in their relationship, a constant reminder of the

t some point in her life, but it worsened

es of his world, had retreated

s work, a relentless pursuit of something, anything, to numb the pain of their shared loss. He was no longer the boy she had fallen in love with, the boy with a shy smi

esire to answer. The pain of their separation was still raw, a wound that had never fully healed. She knew her mother would try to convince her to attend

gonizing death. She was still struggling to forgive herself for the lies, the manipulation, the p

o go before she could truly move on. She had to find forgiveness, not only for him, but for herself. She had to

e with the consequences of her choices. Only then, perhaps, could she find a

, her twin sister swooped in, seeing this as an opp