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Divorced And Pregnant: The Ex-Wife's Revenge

Divorced And Pregnant: The Ex-Wife's Revenge

Author: Cornelia
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Chapter 1

Word Count: 1120    |    Released on: 22/04/2026

to associate with a tightening in her chest, a knot forming in the base of her stomach. She sat on the edge of

ors slid open w

uits followed him, their faces impassive, their briefcases held like s

d appealing. He walked straight to the wet bar, the sound of his Italian leather shoes echoing on the marble floor. The cli

fee table in front of her. He placed a thick st

ing against her ribs, seemed to stop. The words were printed in

y found her voice, a thin, ree

back still to her. The ice rattled in his

iolently the papers shook. She flipped past the cover page, her eye

grasp, scattering across the f

was flat, devoid of any emotion. A statement of fact. "And she is facing federal charges for the missing

arp and meaningless, crashing against the inside of

o crane her neck to look up at his cold, handsome face. "I'm offering you a choice, Clara. Sign the divorce papers and agree to

throat. "And what am I in all of t

she had married three years ago. "You're a means to an end," he said, the words pre

forward and placed another, thinner do

dangerous. "Sign the divorce papers. And then you're free

ing her freedom at the cost of her mother's lifeblood. She thought of their wedding day, under an arch

leamed under the recessed lighting. A subtle tap of hi

itten the inside of her lip, hard. The sharp,

ic, and picked up a pen from the floor. Her

her name on the settlement form. Another on the divorce agreement. She p

strength, she stood and h

de. The pen sailed past his ear and c

the signed documents with quiet efficiency. Then, Kane turned and wa

rm of the sofa for support. Her legs felt like jelly. "You will regret

mal second. He didn't turn around. He didn't

sound a final, deafening boom in th

the cold marble floor. A violent wave of nausea churned in her stomach. She scramble

othing came up. Just dry, heaving

tion in the mirror. A pale, haunted face stared back, eyes wide with a despair s

om despair to a co

the closet, and began stuffing it with whatever clothes her hands found first. Sh

cage he had built for her. She just walked out into

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