The Fake Wife's Billionaire Heiress Comeback

a marriage license for a Chloe

h the flat, impersonal

f bored indifference. The air in the New York City Records

l, smooth band of the platinum ring on her left hand, twisting it nervously. It was a habit, a sm

live branch. She'd imagined getting a decorative copy of their marriage certificate, fram

She swiped to a photo of the certificate, the elegant calligraphy mock

d, her expression unchanging. "The certificate number format is inco

, the kind reserved for fools and lost causes.

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sounds of the office faded away. Her fingertips went numb, then ice-cold. The

anhattan sun was a physical blow, making her eyes water. She stumbled to her car, the reality

an, toward Hawthorne Industries. Deep down, she still clung to the last sliver of hope: that Julian would

fic was a blur of yellow and red. A horn blared. The scree

etal on metal. Her head snapped forward, s

he other driver was yelling. Someone was calling the pol

she go to the emergency room for a check-up. Chloe

ctor named Evans cleaned the small cut on her forehead. H

an unknown number. She ignored it. Her world was already

terling, everything looks good. Just a minor concu

ing slightly as he read a note from her primary care physi

lenched. "Yes. We

le. "Well, based on these results, there's absolutely no physio

ng. Instead, they were a lightning

ifted all the blame onto himself superficially, yet his subtle tone and hidden disappointment always made her firmly believe that she was the defective one incapable o

e unknown number. This time, sh

ng?" a man's voice as

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n. I'm the executor of the

ank. She didn't know

"Mr. Sterling passed away last week. He was your biological f

A prank. "You have the wr

u were an infant. It's conclusive. If you could come to my o

bench of the hospital corridor, the world spinning violently. A

She needed an explanation.

aline. The receptionist tried to stop her, but faltered, recognizin

he approached Julian's corner office, she saw the heavy oak d

t had haunted the edges of her marriage for two years. Seraphina

Seraphina's voice was thick with tears. "How much long

lood turn

ing, it's almost over. As soon as the company's IPO is complete, I'll 'divorce' Chloe. Her

se. S

person. She was a tool. A key to unlo

every whispered promise in the dark-it was all a meticulous

cold and absolute. She turned, her movements silent and precise, and walked back to

fingers steady. She dialed t

d on the f

clear, devoid of any emotion. "Where are th

at her own reflection on the polished brass wall: a pale woman with

faint, icy smirk tugged

game had off