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Her Billion-Dollar Betrayal

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 664    |    Released on: 24/06/2025

st the cool wood of th

e she used when she wanted something. "That old hag who bumped into you? I had security take care

man, who I recognized as Gabrielle' s sn

t construction worker, Gabby?" Moll

fed, a sound s

t to see if I could make someone like that fall for me. He's

g out from under me. My husband. A game. My mother,

dining room door opened. Molly walked out, laughing to herself as she

in. The conversation inside con

ing, tracing a finger down Ethan's arm. "It was for that custom suit

d dollars. Our sa

Ethan said, pulling Gabrielle

him. "I'll have Daddy buy this whole

ng in my head. I felt a wave of nausea so strong I had to grip the wall to keep from fall

e smell of antiseptic. The doctor, a tired-look

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, wide with terror, darted around the room. When she sa

hands! Don't let them feed the piece

her uninjured arm. "Mom, it's

hid the doctor's words from her, the devastating

t me, her mind still clinging t

er. "Please, son. She's already so stressed about the mon

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“My hands were calloused from years on construction sites, every ache a testament to the future Gabrielle and I were building. That future shattered when she burst into tears, claiming our life savings – eighty thousand dollars – had vanished in a crypto scam. "It' s okay, Gabby," I told her, holding her tight, even as my world crumbled. I promised we' d make it back, taking extra shifts, my mom Maria even offering to help clean at the Rittenhouse Grand. Then the hospital called. My mom, Maria, was in the ER, her hands brutally crushed by a hammer. The hotel claimed she' d "accidentally spilled a drink" on a guest. My blood ran cold, a rage I never knew I possessed simmering beneath the surface. I stormed to the Rittenhouse, my fury set on finding the monster who did this. But hidden in a private dining room, I found Gabrielle. My wife. She was laughing, adorned in silk, handing a man a "bouquet" of rolled-up hundred-dollar bills. "That old hag who bumped into you?" she cooed, "I had security take care of her. They broke her fingers and threw her out." My mother. Not an accident, but a cruel, calculated act. And the $80,000? "It was for that custom suit of yours," she told the man, "the one the old cleaner ruined." My world didn't just tilt; it imploded. Everything I believed, everything I loved, was a lie. My mother, now maimed, screamed for me to save her bone fragments from being fed to dogs. And just moments later, Gabrielle was demanding tequila for her Four Seasons suite. How could the woman I vowed to love be such a monster? How could my mother' s agonizing pain be the cost of a suit and a twisted game? I carried her secrets, her fears, as the doctor confirmed her hands were permanently destroyed. But when Gabrielle, in the same hospital, offered to buy my dying mother' s organs for Ethan' s family, claiming she was a "disgruntled ex," then hung up on me because Ethan' s mother was critical, a cold resolve settled deep in my gut. What kind of hell was this, and how could I make her pay?”
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