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From Scorned Wife To Billionaire Bride

From Scorned Wife To Billionaire Bride

Author: Lila
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Chapter 1

Word Count: 1554    |    Released on: Today at 15:27

anted - I Made Them Regret I

ago, my husband Brody's first love Destin

oes promotional brochures. Earning that pitif

nd Destiny fled the country to dodge the charges, leaving behin

s and drained my entire savings to pay

begging me to marry him, calling me the wo

ountry, he snapped right back into the g

ighed loudly for everyone to hear, s

ning up for stability and warmth, and all you get in the

nged him, then this

ight into his face, froze his bank accou

g to make his li

pte

Webste

d with Brody behind the wheel, leaving two hundred thousand dollars in medical bills and legal debts in her wake. To

room, kissed my calloused hands, called me the woman wh

n a backless silk evening gown. All night, Brody had been hovering around her like a pampered l

ur table, tilting her manicured

my chair and looked down at

led pity. "Brody told me about you. A graphic designer who does b

ine and laid my napk

venly. "And it was exactly my money that paid off the m

laugh and simply tu

reached out and laid her hand on Brody's bare n

murmured, leaning in so close her lips nearly brushed his earlobe. "You

odge. He didn'

sh crept up his cheeks, and he even t

ke yours, Des," Brody whispered, his v

arly aware of every eye on them,

at his old college buddies,

a bitter smile. "You think you're signing up for stability and warmth, and all you get is a never-endi

r a beat, then a few of

glass and drained

my throat, but my mind

sign the divorce papers tomorrow," I said, my voice cl

instantly, replaced by

f like a pesky fly. "It was a joke. Can't you take a joke? Every si

ld college roommate, leaned forwa

oled. "She's an international art consultant now. Brody's just ca

y and Brody were the couple everyone rooted for. Fate just intervened. T

oman and laughed

hing to do with wh

s and cowa

sped down Lake Shore Drive at nearly ninety miles a

s shattered and h

scraped collarbone, because the passeng

leaving Brody completely alone in the ICU - with no insurance payout to claim a

iseptic in the air the first time

purple, buried in a dirty pillow as he sobbed - because not one o

d my wrist. "The bank is foreclosing on my mom's house... Without a deposit, th

who had kindly dropped off his lecture notes a few times. But I was too

ed my a

work like a machine, working until three in th

h the city attorneys on my knees, and paid o

f-deranged with panic - at first she even pointed in my face and scre

beat-up car?!" she shrieked at me in the

ody yanked his mother to

hy, I'd be dead! She paid to save my

d a cheap silver ring from his pocket, seized my work-wor

ing - but I'll spend the rest of my life honoring you, loving you! I swear I'll

desperate face, I took pity o

held off the debt collectors, an

rriage, Brody really did play the p

though the roast chicken was always

ery time, because to me, the intention

he was tired of the wild l

y, wore plain cotton shirts, and promised me solemnl

, when Destiny Johnso

nt, five years of mar

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