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Elissa had just stared at the two pink lines on her pregnancy test when her billionaire husband of three years walked into their penthouse. Before she could share the news, Alexander slammed a divorce agreement onto the table. His first love, Adriane, was returning, and he coldly stated he had never loved Elissa for even a second. To force her to sign, Alexander ruthlessly destroyed her acting career and allowed Adriane to humiliate her at the family estate. Worse, Elissa discovered a hidden camera in their bedroom; their three years of intimacy had been nothing but a twisted performance to secure his inheritance from his grandfather. While Elissa was forced into a freezing water tank for a degrading commercial shoot, Alexander spent the night with Adriane, leaving Elissa to collapse in the icy rain. On Elissa's birthday, he forced her to hold a camera and take a picture of him cutting a cake with Adriane. When his grandfather unexpectedly gifted Elissa five percent of the company shares, Alexander completely lost his mind. He violently pinned her to the bed, choking her and accusing her of blackmailing his family. "You greedy little liar." But as he cursed, his crisp American accent slipped, replaced by a flawless, aristocratic British one. Seeing the sheer panic in his eyes, Elissa realized the man she married was a complete stranger. Who was he really, and what terrifying secret was he hiding? She stopped struggling, her despair turning into cold resolve; it was time to uncover the truth and tear down his empire.
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The Neglected Wife's Vengeful Spectacular Comeback Chapter 1
Elissa's fingers trembled as she stared at the small plastic stick in her hand.
Two pink lines.
A warmth, fragile and tender, rose in her chest-a joy tangled with disbelief, tinged with a cautious, blossoming hope.
She slipped the test stick into the pocket of her silk robe, her heart beating a little too fast. She would tell him tonight.
Alexander. They had been secretly married for three years.
But they were not like any ordinary married couple, because he hated her.
The front door slammed shut, shattering the silence of the penthouse.
Elissa hurried out of the bedroom and into the living room just as Alexander stumbled through the door. His tie was loosened, his jacket draped over one arm; the sharp, cloying scent of whiskey clung to him like a second skin.
"Alex," she said, moving toward him, reaching out to help. "Are you alright? Let me-"
He seized her arm, yanking her close and trapping her against him. The smell of alcohol washed over her. His voice, magnetic and cold, was laced with fury. "Happy now? Married to me."
She struggled uncomfortably in his grip, her hand moving instinctively to shield her abdomen. "You're drunk."
"I'm not drunk." He tightened his hold, his breath hot against her cheek. "Three years of my life, wasted on you. Using my brother, manipulating my grandfather to force me into this marriage-was it all worth it?"
"I never asked your grandfather to make you marry me," she said, her voice trembling but steady. "I saved your brother's life only because of you..."
He cut her off with a sharp, impatient noise. Turning away, he strode to the sofa where he had dropped his briefcase. From inside, he pulled out a thick manila envelope and slammed it onto the glass coffee table.
The sound was like a gunshot in the silence.
Papers spilled out. On the top sheet, two words were printed in bold, black letters: DIVORCE AGREEMENT.
The room tilted. A wave of dizziness washed over her, and her legs buckled. She sank onto the cold leather of the sofa, her gaze locked on those two words.
Alexander loomed over her, a tall, menacing silhouette against the glittering city skyline.
"She's back. It's time you stepped aside," he said, his voice stripped of all emotion.
"I'm your wife." The words came out as a broken whisper.
"You're a mistake. One I've been paying for for three years."
Elissa bent down, her fingers trembling as she gathered the scattered papers. Each sheet felt heavier than the last.
She thought of the test stick in her pocket.
She straightened, holding the divorce agreement in both hands.
"Three years," she said quietly. "Have you ever loved me? Even for a second?"
He looked at her. His gray eyes were as cold and unreadable as a winter sky.
"No."
A single word.
Clean. Precise. Absolute.
She felt the fissures spreading through her heart like cracks in ice. But beneath the pain, something else stirred-small and stubborn. A whisper of survival instinct, a voice that said: You cannot let him destroy you. Not anymore.
She looked down at the papers in her hands, then back up at him.
"Your grandfather won't allow this divorce," she said. Her voice was steadier now, though her hands still shook. "You know that. He made it clear: without an heir, this marriage cannot be dissolved. Those are his terms. You can't go against him."
Alexander's jaw tightened. A muscle ticked in his temple. For a long moment, he said nothing.
They both knew she was right. Warren Harvey's word was law. And Warren Harvey had decreed that his grandson's marriage would end only when a child was born.
"Grandfather won't live forever," Alexander said, his voice dropping to a cold, quiet threat.
"Then you can wait," Elissa replied. "Because I won't sign anything he hasn't approved. And neither will you-not if you want to keep your inheritance."
The words hung in the air between them, sharp and final.
Alexander stared at her for a long, hard moment. Then, without another word, he turned and strode toward the guest room. The door slammed shut behind him with a force that rattled the crystal chandelier overhead.
Elissa stood alone in the middle of the living room, the divorce papers still clutched in her trembling hands. The city lights glittered beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, indifferent and cold.
Slowly, she lowered herself onto the edge of the sofa. Her hand drifted to her stomach, settling there with a gentle, protective pressure.
"I'm going to protect you," she murmured. "No matter what. I'm going to be strong for both of us."
For three years, her career had been frozen in place, watching her name fade from call sheets, her face disappear from screens, her dreams gather dust while she played the role of a dutiful wife in a house that was never a home.
Now, she was coming back.
She had landed the lead role in Heaven and Hell. It was hers-signed, sealed, undeniable. A role she had fought for with everything she had left. A role that would mark her return to the industry, her reclamation of a life she had almost let slip away.
For herself.
And for her baby.
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