From Heartbreak to Payback The Billionaires Ex by Ashley Breanne

The Jilted Wife's Spectacular Billionaire Comeback

Zhi Yao

For ten years, I was the perfect, obedient wife to my wealthy husband, managing his severe OCD and hosting flawless high-society parties. But on our tenth anniversary, when I brought him his special hangover soup, I caught him sleeping with my younger sister in our master bedroom. Instead of panicking, he coldly handed me divorce papers with zero assets. He told me I was just a "placeholder" until my sister finished her degree and was ready to take my spot. Desperate, I called my mother for help, only to find out she had known about their affair for years. "You don't have Jana's drive or her looks. You clean house and you cook. That's not a wife, that's a domestic." My own mother sneered at me, telling me to walk away quietly because our family needed his financial support. They kicked me out of the penthouse with nothing but a suitcase, laughing that a woman who hadn't worked in a decade would end up begging on the streets. I bled for this family for ten years, only to be thrown away like garbage when my sister wanted my life. But they didn't know that while I was playing the boring housewife, I had secretly earned a Cordon Bleu diploma, a Cornell nutrition certification, and a Columbia master's degree. Using a hidden photo to blackmail a property out of him, I packed my elite credentials and landed a $300,000-a-year job managing a billionaire's estate. When my ex-husband drunkenly called days later demanding I come back to serve him, I calmly hit block.

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Alison POV

"I know today is your birthday, and we probably shouldn't be having this conversation, but I can't keep silent anymore," Cory said to me as I lay beside him on my bed.

I jerked up and stared questioningly at him. I could have assumed it was nothing serious, but his tone proved otherwise.

"What is it? Did I do something wrong?" My voice was shaky, and I didn't know how to feel.

I had been a good girl all my life, but today I let it all go. I wanted to be his woman. So after months and months of thinking about it, I finally let it happen between us.

Initially, I wanted to save it for my wedding night, but Cory was getting impatient. So after months of relentless pursuit, I gave in. I wanted this relationship to be my first and last; I didn't want him to go cold on me again like he did in the past.

I love Cory, and I don't want to lose him, so on my 20th birthday, which is today, I intimate with him.

We had gone to the beach that morning, had a great time bonding, and everything else had ended in the bedroom that evening. This is my first experience; it was hurt, but he looks happy; I thought he was happy! Why is he acting so differently now? Mood swings?

"No, you haven't done anything wrong?" He muttered, sitting up and putting his clothes back on.

"Then what is it??" I asked almost at the top of my voice.

"Watch your tone. I'm trying my best to be patient, and I'm talking as calmly as I can. Please don't blow this out of proportion." He said sternly.

I couldn't feel the calmness he was talking about. He sounded tired and fed up; he sounded like he was about to walk out of my life and never turn back. How am I supposed to be calm about that?

"Are you happy?" He asked.

I desperately nodded my head, "Yes, I am. That's why I gave myself away. You make me happy."

We weren't where I wanted us to be, but at least, we were headed somewhere, and that makes me happy. He promised to introduce me officially to his dad, and I was looking forward to it. He got my hopes up, so why is he trying to dash them now?

"I feel like we're incompatible; there's a wide gap in our relationship."

"What gap?"

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