The Wife He Abandoned Was a Billionaire Heiress

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cut through the morning

und the stem of a white rose. H

leanor Montgomery, demanded every morning-not because the house lacked servants,

conditioned response carved into

in her hand. Her sharp eyes examined Chloe's eve

f by three degre

in Chloe's stomach. She di

, Mo

thorns lightly scraping her s

clink of porcelain against the

ple task. I truly don't know

was a daily ritual. Her silence and obedience had beco

of pity crossed her eyes before she quickly erased it,

zen more times. Finally, Ele

n. "The scones served at yesterday's tea were too dry. Yo

d into fists. Her nai

our favorite bakery," she

have supervised them personally, ensured everything was perfec

w Eleanor had never, not for a single day,

wall. Her smile in the photo was strained. Julian was exp

a car engine broke the t

d in Chloe's chest. She instinctivel

the warm room. He handed his coat to Maria, his eyes sweeping

. His voice was gentle, a ton

r, I'm

n softening into maternal affection. "Julian, you'r

g Chloe's heart. Scarlett Finch. The woman Julian had

on Chloe, but it was as col

d. His voice wa

, a last glimmer of

ttention already on his screen as

tomorrow. She'll

breath

rniture. "Scarlett prefers south-facing rooms and su

ight. The third-floor gu

ster bedroom. Their marital room, however hollow, was th

belief, her voice trembl

Julian cut her off, his tone laced with an unquestioning

, triumphant expression on her face as

was evicting her from her own room for another woman. Th

discussing the details of a welcome dinner for Scarlett, as