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The Placeholder Wife: A Billionaire's Secret

Chapter 2

Word Count: 601 | Released on: 06/06/2025

rough the private terminal at J

still comin

imself than to Chloe. "Can't a man help

, her expression a careful mix

fesaver. I don't know w

s here, Chloe needed him. Evelyn

text. She'd underst

mmodating. Quiet.

ybe a little annoyed he missed her b

ce tomorrow. A bracelet,

ext day, the deals to be closed. Chloe's return was an u

ed his wet coat onto a chair.

maybe something of Evelyn's t

sider asking Evely

etly. "You're to

ssessive glint in her eyes. This was the life s

ul, but understated. Chloe

yn packed a small suit

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of deter

. She'd found a small, furnis

h start. A place where she wasn't waiti

rang. Chlo

ing for a momen

d to call and see if you're alright. Julian was so worried when

n's concern was for Chloe, and E

off to your side. Such

a subtle possessiveness, a

laying this gam

was cool, devoid of the warmt

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, her phone ra

but this time,

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d, the sweetness vanis

t whose prey had sudd

roposition for you. Something I t

loe said, her tone

ed, no emotion in her voice. "

her end. Then, a surprised,

ar the calculations wh

elyn continued. "And yo

ned things. She'd expected a fight

this cold, cal

off balance, but also presented a t

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Rafaela Kokkotou Billionaires

“It was my 30th birthday, and I was patiently dining alone at a Michelin-star restaurant, waiting for my finance titan husband, Julian, to arrive. Suddenly, my phone screen flickered to life, displaying a TMZ headline that stopped my breath: "Julian Vance Spotted with Returning Socialite Chloe Sinclair – Old Flames Rekindled?" A video showed Julian, my husband, shielding Chloe from the rain and cameras, his arm protectively around her. Shock, cold and sharp, spread through me, as the bitter taste of betrayal filled my mouth. This wasn't just a business meeting; it was a public declaration of his true affections. The table was set for two, but the untouched food grew cold as countless minutes ticked by, each one deepening the suffocating loneliness I felt. Five years. Five years I had spent waiting; five years I had been a placeholder for the woman he truly loved, the one he married me to forget. Then, a text from Julian cemented my despair: "Raincheck on birthday. Next year." There would be no next year for us. My quiet endurance finally gave way to a hardened resolve. I signaled the maître d', trading the lavish, uneaten meal for a sturdy umbrella. I walked out into the Manhattan rain, a clear decision forming in my mind: this was the end. But for me, it was also a new beginning.”