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Chapter 4
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Released on: 24/06/2025
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expose his entire scheme in minutes. His carefully
is head hung low. He was one of Ethan's buddies from the construction site, a guy named Frank.
as the driver. I fell asleep at the wheel. I... I'll do anything. P
n. The pieces of their pathetic li
my arms. "
thing. My life savings. It's
e grieving, naive widow was supposed to take a pitta
this
husband's parents! You orphaned a baby! You think a few thousand d
ing desperately at Ethan. Ethan shot him a lo
. I screamed, I cried, I threatened. I demanded justice. I made them
One from Frank, who had supposedly "sold his truck" on the spot. Anoth
al was
my other hand, I h
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The Billionaire Heiress They Forgot
“My first life revolved around Ethan. I was Jennifer Johns, a simple waitress, utterly devoted to my charismatic husband, believing our love was enough. Then came the phone call: a horrific multi-car pile-up. Ethan and his parents were supposedly killed. On his "deathbed," Ethan begged me to raise his infant "sister," Molly. For twenty-five agonizing years, I kept that promise, sacrificing everything. Every cent, every double shift, every dream. I poured my soul into Molly, sending her to Ivy League, ensuring her success. But at Molly' s promotion dinner, Ethan and his parents walked in, alive and well. Molly wasn't his sister; she was his illegitimate daughter groomed for success by me, her unwitting, free nanny. It was all a meticulously crafted lie, a cruel, elaborate scam. Rage blinded me. I lunged, but Ethan shoved me down a flight of stairs. As darkness consumed me, the girl I loved like my own turned her back, embracing her real father. Then my phone shrieked, jolting me awake. The calendar read October 12th. The day of the "accident." This time, I wouldn't be the fool. This time, I would write the ending.”