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Woke Up as My Nemesis's Wife

Chapter 3 Face To Face With His Lover

Word Count: 702 | Released on: 16/09/2025

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just kill me and

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th and kicked the man

if I ever carried your child, I'd

eonard's eyes flickered, waver

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's chest that wasn't mine, let out

for your little lover. Otherwise, if she fi

ded and began straig

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to answer and turned

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realized I must have dressed this way to pleas

ed champagne gown tucked away

me with a smile and said, "Mrs. Harlow, it h

he Harlow family banquet, t

lavish attire, carrying herself

aw me, the room f

Selena

refused to attend whenever

with her

ightly and asked,

of champagne and d

your wife in the eyes of the law. If someone unrecognized by

ora's eyes redden

ere as a secretary. Plea

d pointed at the Harlo

ry wear the emblem reserved

d she sobbed, "Mrs. Harlow, you never came to banquets like this

s beloved bullied, and instantl

ra attended in your place. If you can't thank

Thank you. Now that I'm her

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Woke Up as My Nemesis's Wife

Samuel Gray Billionaires

“I, Selena Grant, was the most cherished daughter of the Grant family in Seaview City, a princess in all but name. Countless men longed to draw near, not for love, but for the status and glory that came with me. But men never interested me. My only passion was my work, and my ambition was to see my empire stretch across the globe. For a long time, I believed I would burn out in my relentless work, destined to grow old alone. Until the day I woke in a bathtub. From the phone came a voice, sharp with impatience, "Why aren't you dead already?" A stranger-a servant-told me I was married, and that I had degraded myself time and again, staging suicide attempts just to win a glance from this man. I didn't believe a word of it. I could be relentless for my work, but never for a man. I picked up the phone and glanced at hundreds of rejected call records and countless unsent messages, all beginning with the same desperate words, "I love you." In that instant, I believed it. A bitter smile tugged at my lips as I stared up at the ceiling. Although I had lost three years of memories from this marriage, anyone who dared to treat me with such contempt would not escape the consequences.”