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The Philanthropist's Daughter, The Traitor's Wife

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 544    |    Released on: 03/08/2025

athing shallow. The conversation continu

warned. "This is fraud, Jaydan. Real, actual f

e. "I cover my tracks. Besides, Adeline's work would never have seen the light of day

'd done something noble. He leaned ba

now what to do with that kind of succe

gile. He thought I was fragile. He had mistaken my trust

. People would cross the street to avoid me. Old friends would pretend they didn't see me. Jaydan found me sitti

elming debt. He paid for the funerals when I couldn't access a single c

I th

solating me. Every time he'd said, "Don't worry, I'll take care of it," he was tightening his co

ith my whole heart, that this project could redeem my parents' names. He read it and sai

were a team. But now I knew. Every suggestion, every critique, was a way

he past five years, crumbled to dust. There was no pain, no te

nt on the plush carpet. I didn't look back.

lien, the towering buildings like tombstones. I wasn't the same w

lock. This wasn't my home anymore. It was a cr

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The Philanthropist's Daughter, The Traitor's Wife
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“Five years ago, my parents, philanthropists who lost everything in a financial crisis, were framed for fraud and died with their names destroyed. My fiancé, Jaydan Beasley, was my only light, my savior, defying everyone to stand by me. Today, I spent my last twenty dollars on roses for him, celebrating our love, unaware that the man I adored was systematically stealing my life's work-a social impact project meant to redeem my family's name-and funneling it to his old flame, Cuba Dawson. I overheard him, his voice chillingly unfamiliar, confessing his deceit to his best friend. He called me "fragile," "trusting," a "charity case," and revealed our entire marriage was a calculated strategy to pave the way for Cuba's success. The roses slipped from my hand, my world shattering. He had meticulously planned to discard me once Cuba's company went public, leaving me with nothing, again. The man I thought was my protector was, in fact, my destroyer, turning my milestones into markers of his betrayal. The love I felt curdled into a cold, hard rage. He had taken everything-my family's name, my work, my love. But he had no idea who he was dealing with. I would make them pay. I would take it all back.”
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