The Billionaire Married Me for Revenge

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a, one leg draped over the other. There was an air of effortless grace about her, a practi

ripping with well-rehearsed affection. "Baby, I miss you too. Tomorrow n

remained indifferent. The man on the other end of the line was nothing m

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tense, her voice instantly shifted, laced with impatience. "What?" she

s-he was in a car accident

on. And just as quickly

as devoid of emotion, sending

shrill with disbelief. "Emily, he was y

ing at her lips. "Boyfriend? Darling, do

shions, twirling a strand of h

a big company. But the moment I found out he was just some low-level corporate

nce adored her was nothing more than a minor inconvenience.

olute detachment. And in that moment, it became painfully cle

liced through the quiet room, making Sophia, wh

r wide eyes fille

ith such cruelty about

hone shut and rose from the couch, striding toward Sophia with slow, deliberate steps. Th

"Do you think I don't see that attitude of your

ying to keep her voice steady. She knew all too we

ipped the broom from her hands and flung it to the ground. Before Sophia could reac

. "I deserve the best of everything-clothes, cars, men. And you? With your pathetic

ng, but the verbal humiliation-t

whispered, her voice trembli

d Sophia who had the power-before finally releasing her with a rough s

shifted. Without sparing Sophia another glance, she answered the

you," she cooed, as if she hadn't ju

s she reached up to rub her sore scalp. Slowly, she bent

as her

ow it alwa

e thought took root-one day, she would leave. One day, she wou

ded like every other,

ly as she glanced at the worn-out calendar beside her d

smile ghosted across her lips

se would remember.

g downstairs. As expected, Emily was seated at the breakfast table, scrolling through her ph

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he buried herself in lectures, then spent hours at work, doing

to a close, the lone

kery. If no one else would celebrate her b

cake, just enough

with a few grapes neatly placed on top. As the

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, and the day

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om her unive

nt to hang out

en't her scene. She had always been the type to kee

toni

uched cake, at the lone

reckless thought

this once... maybe I c

phia made a decision that wasn't out