The Discarded Wife Is A Billionaire

lts were heavy, the paper stock thick and expensive, mocking the cheap, trembling hands that held it. Outside, the storm battered the fl

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r the ties Giselle had desperately tried to knot. The red text at the bottom blurred as Giselle's eyes filled wit

click-clack of stilettos on marble echoed before the

her like carrion birds waiting for a carcass. She threw a folder o

venomous satisfaction. "A fake heiress. A fraud. The Woods family has alread

r throat felt like it was stuffed with

humiliated this family for the last time. You're a d

fountain pen and held it out to her. The gold nib glinted under the chandelier l

eyes were fixed on the doorway.

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for three years. There had been moments-small, quiet moments-where sh

om shifted. It gr

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ked immaculate, untouched by the chaos of the storm outside or the destruction of

yes landed

e was nothing. It was like looking into a void. He looked at her

him, her hand reaching ou

oothly. Effortlessly. A

cigar cutter, the metallic snip loud in the silence. He lit the cigar, took a

it," h

baritone, and utter

breathe. "Is that it?" she asked, her voice shaking

riage was a business transaction, Giselle. And the product I purchased w

he same person who made you coffee eve

cruel. "And Joseph deserves better. He deserves Cly

gut. The woman who had hovered at the edges of th

ing a file on his desk, ignoring the conve

. To him, she was just an asset that had depreciated to zero. The hope that had sustained her for thre

pen from the lawyer. The metal ba

t she forced it to steady. She pressed the nib

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signed away her home. S

tion of a second-his brow furrowed. A micro-expressio

e papers away the mome

ut," Buna ordered

she had left. She looked at Joseph one last time. The desperatio

t steady, born of absolute ruin, "that

. He waved his hand toward the do

he walked past the lawyers, past Buna's triumphan

nd rain. It used to be the scent of her

. The thunder roared, wel