Mr Billionaires Beloved Wife

While I Was Bleeding Out, He Lit Lanterns For Her

Katie Oettgen

As I lay on the floor of our manor, bleeding out from a ruptured ectopic pregnancy, I used my last ounce of strength to call my husband, Cole. I begged him for help, my vision blurring. But the only thing I heard was the clinking of champagne glasses and his mistress's giggle in the background. "Stop the drama, June," Cole snapped, his voice cold. "We're about to go on stage. Don't call again." He hung up, leaving me to die alone on the Persian rug while he accepted an award with another woman on his arm. I woke up in the hospital days later. My baby was gone. They had removed my fallopian tube. Cole finally arrived, smelling of expensive scotch and his mistress's perfume. He didn't hug me. He didn't cry. Instead, he leaned over my hospital bed, pressing his knee into the mattress until my fresh stitches tore open and bled. "You embarrassed me by calling an ambulance," he hissed. "My mistress, Alycia, says you're faking it. Clean yourself up." He left me bleeding again to go announce a $10 million donation to Alycia's "groundbreaking" medical research. I stared at the TV screen, numb. The research Alycia was taking credit for? It was mine. I wrote that patent years ago under a pseudonym. They thought I was just a poor, orphan housewife who needed Cole's money to survive. They had no idea I was actually a billionaire scientist hiding my identity. I pulled the IV needle out of my arm. A drop of blood fell onto the divorce papers I had been hiding. I didn't wipe it off. I signed my name right over it. Then I walked into the bank, reactivated my dormant account with $128 million, and bought the penthouse directly overlooking Cole's house. The mourning widow is dead. The avenger is born.

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Sawyer International Hotel, the only seven-star hotel in west-harbor city, belonged to The Harris Empire.

A group of youngsters were throwing a class reunion party in the luxury room of the Food and Beverage Department of the hotel.

Noreen, looking at the classmates chatting in twos and threes around, had unspeakable joy in the heart. It was these people who had participated in her beautiful youth.

"Noreen Carter, come here, have a drink."

At this time, Sheila Carter walked over, holding two glasses of wine and passed the one in her left hand to Noreen.

Noreen looked at Sheila who wore thick make up on her face. She was not only her cousin, but also her classmate. After her parents died in the accident in the first year of her high school, Noreen moved to her uncle's home and lived with her cousin, Sheila.

"En, thank you, my cousin." Said Noreen, taking the glass from Sheila's hand.

After clinking glasses, Sheila put the glass in her right hand near her lips but didn't drink. Instead, she stared at Noreen fiercely. Not until Noreen drank up the wine did Sheila Carter's face put on a strange smile.

Noreen, I would Beckeyn your reputation tonight.

After Noreen finished the wine, she wanted to chat with Sheila. Yet she suddenly felt a dizziness in her head, and a strange feeling arose in her body.

"Well..." Noreen snorted uncomfortably and looked around. The classmates around suddenly became unclear.

"Noreen Carter, did you drink too much? Come on. I will take you to the bathroom and you will sober up after washing your face." Sheila pretended to help Noreen out of the room kindly.

With the support of Sheila, Noreen felt no strength at all and a dizziness began to overcome her. She wanted to say something, but couldn't utter a word.

Seeing Noreen faint completely, Sheila smiled more deeply and meaningfully.

Sheila did not take Noreen to the bathroom. Instead, she walked towards a small private walkway and passed Noreen to two strong men who had already waited here for a long time.

"Well, this girl is so pretty with such a pure look, you are lucky." One man had ogled over Noreen Carter's body.

"Stop. Where is the money?" Sheila said it like a queen. All she wanted was money.

The other man, with a wretched smile, took a stack of money out of his pocket and passed it to Sheila, saying, "Good, it's done."

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