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His Pity Marriage, My Fierce Comeback

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 1100    |    Released on: 16/12/2025

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hing. The sting on my cheek was nothing compared to the ice forming in my veins. I pushed myself up, slowly

tter disaster. All because of that manipulative little bitch Kiera. And now you, Aurora, fueling her fire. What

lat, devoid of emotion. "Erase our seven years, our company, our

t annoyance. "Aurora, this isn't what I want. I want us. Kiera is a mistake. A momentary lapse. I told you, I'll fix it. I'll get an annulment. It'll be like it never

could touch me. The thought of his touch made my skin crawl. The nausea, which had

my lips. "Jacob, everyone already knows. That vide

ouldn't dare." He snatched my phone again, his fingers fumbling as he tried to

over me. The nausea wasn't just disgust or heartbreak. It was a familiar feeling, one I had

preg

acob's

so meticulously planned, now tainted by his monstrous betrayal. I looked at Jacob, still engrossed in

th him. Not with the shadow of Kiera lurking, not with the memory of his hand on m

ry single tie to him, every single piece of the life we had built. My child, the innocent life gro

stood tall, my shoulders back, my gaze unwavering. "There will be n

ora, don't be ridiculous. This is just a hiccup. A PR nightmare, yes, but we'll ma

bruised cheek. But it wasn't a tear of sadness. It was a tear of finality. "W

Everything you have is tied to me, to us. Our company, your reputation, your future. You think you can ju

strength. I turned, a fierce determination burning in my soul. I walked out o

my name, but I didn't stop. I walked out of the venue, past the bewildered valet, and

ry his child. The weight of the world pressed down on me, but amidst the crushing despair, a tiny spark of rebellion fli

nced the phone, tossing it onto the passenger seat. I didn't want to hear his excuses, his gaslight

whirlwind of emotions, but one decision stood out, stark and unyielding. I pulled over, my hands still gr

e free from the wreckage of its parents' toxic relationship. And I deserved the chance to heal, to rebuild, to become the woman I was meant to be, unbu

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