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For three years, Chloe White endured daily humiliation from her mother-in-law, desperately trying to be the perfect wife to warm her cold husband, Julian. But when Julian finally came home today, he didn't even look at her. He coldly ordered her to pack her things and move out of their master bedroom. He was giving their marital room to Scarlett, his fragile old flame who was returning from abroad. His mother gleefully watched Chloe's color drain, mocking her lowly birth and praising Scarlett's arrival. When Chloe softly reminded him she was his wife, Julian stepped close and sneered, accusing her of using dirty tricks to force their marriage. He treated her like disposable trash, evicting her from her own home to make way for his true love. Looking at the man she had loved so deeply, Chloe's heart completely turned to ashes. She had buried her own brilliance just to be his shadow. Why did her three years of absolute devotion mean nothing against Scarlett's fake tears? Without a single tear, she packed her bags, walked out of the gilded cage, and slapped a divorce agreement flat against Julian's chest at the airport. "Sign it. And we're even." Stepping into a waiting sports car, Chloe returned to her hidden billionaire grandmother and uncovered the bloody truth behind her father's death. This time, she was going to make the Montgomerys and the Finches pay with everything they had.
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The Wife He Abandoned Was a Billionaire Heiress Chapter 1
"Wrong."
The word, sharp and cold, cut through the morning quiet of the living room.
Chloe White's fingers froze around the stem of a white rose. Her breath caught in her throat.
She had been trying to place it in the crystal vase, just as her mother-in-law, Eleanor Montgomery, demanded every morning-not because the house lacked servants, but because Eleanor insisted that Chloe personally perform every task she assigned.
Her slender fingers trembled, a conditioned response carved into her by three years of marriage.
Eleanor sat in a lavish armchair, a teacup poised in her hand. Her sharp eyes examined Chloe's every movement with the cold precision of a surgeon.
"The angle is off by three degrees. Do it again."
A familiar weight settled in Chloe's stomach. She didn't dare show any defiance.
"Yes, Mother."
She pulled the rose out, the thorns lightly scraping her skin, and prepared to try again.
Eleanor set her cup down. The clink of porcelain against the saucer was faint but jarring.
"You can't even manage a simple task. I truly don't know why Julian ever married you."
Chloe bit her lower lip, swallowing the humiliation. It was a daily ritual. Her silence and obedience had become the armor she wore to survive inside this gilded cage.
The maid, Maria, stood nearby, her head bowed. A flicker of pity crossed her eyes before she quickly erased it, a testament to Eleanor's absolute authority in the house.
Chloe adjusted the rose a dozen more times. Finally, Eleanor waved a dismissive hand.
As Chloe's shoulders sagged in relief, Eleanor spoke again. "The scones served at yesterday's tea were too dry. Your taste, like your birth, is simply not up to standard."
Chloe's fingers curled into fists. Her nails dug into her palms.
"They were ordered from your favorite bakery," she forced herself to explain.
"Then that is your failure," Eleanor interrupted. "You should have supervised them personally, ensured everything was perfect. Is the lady of the Montgomery house incapable of even that?"
The question was pure mockery. Everyone knew Eleanor had never, not for a single day, acknowledged Chloe as the lady of the house.
Chloe's gaze drifted to the cold wedding portrait on the wall. Her smile in the photo was strained. Julian was expressionless. She had once thought love could melt anything.
Just then, the sound of a car engine broke the tension. Julian was home.
A tiny, fragile spark of hope ignited in Chloe's chest. She instinctively stood, ready to greet her husband.
Julian's tall frame filled the doorway, bringing a chill into the warm room. He handed his coat to Maria, his eyes sweeping over the living room without resting on Chloe for even a second.
He walked straight to Eleanor. His voice was gentle, a tone reserved only for his mother.
"Mother, I'm back."
Eleanor's face instantly transformed, her expression softening into maternal affection. "Julian, you're just in time. Is everything arranged for Scarlett?"
The name-Scarlett-felt like an invisible hand squeezing Chloe's heart. Scarlett Finch. The woman Julian had kept in his heart for three years. She was coming back.
Julian's gaze finally landed on Chloe, but it was as cold and empty as a winter sky.
"Chloe," he said. His voice was flat, brutal.
She looked up at him, a last glimmer of pleading in her eyes.
Julian pulled out his phone, his attention already on his screen as if she were a minor business detail.
"Scarlett returns tomorrow. She'll be staying here."
Chloe's breath stopped.
He continued, his tone as casual as if discussing furniture. "Scarlett prefers south-facing rooms and sunlight. The master bedroom will be prepared for her.
Move your things out tonight. The third-floor guest room will be yours."
The words landed harder than any slap could have. The master bedroom. Their marital room, however hollow, was the last pathetic symbol of her status as "Mrs. Montgomery."
She stared at him in disbelief, her voice trembling. "Julian, that's our-"
"Scarlett left New York three years ago because of you." Julian cut her off, his tone laced with an unquestioning accusation. "Her health has been poor. She needs to rest."
Beside him, Eleanor smiled, a satisfied, triumphant expression on her face as she watched the color drain from Chloe's.
Chloe looked at the man she had loved for three years. He was evicting her from her own room for another woman. The last ember of hope inside her was drowned in ice water.
Julian said nothing more to her. He turned back to Eleanor, discussing the details of a welcome dinner for Scarlett, as if Chloe were merely an obstacle that had now been dealt with.
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