The Discarded Wife Is A Billionaire

Chapter 3 No.3

Word Count: 824 | Released on: 09/01/2026

Ecstasy, gleamed under the streetlights, but unlike the ostentatious Villarreal fleet, this

Then a third. A fourth. It was a

even get there. A man in a grey suit sprinted out into the rain. H

sel

man she had only seen in b

o a crushing embrace. He smelled of old tobacco

She wrapped her arms around both of them, sandwi

er hair to her skull, mud streaked acros

rs of the sec

posing. They moved with a preda

n-and his face darkened with a rage that could burn cities. He took off his

oice low and dangerous. He look

ked over to her broken suitcase. He looked at it with disdain,

cket and gently dabbed the mud from her forehead. His eyes were red-rimmed. "We have a pentho

rom a childhood she

said, guiding her toward the

erent world. The air was climate-controlled to a perfect sevent

nd so tight her rings dug into Giselle's s

" Silas said from the jump seat. "We'

st the start," he said. "Ten percent of Hines Gl

were staggering. In the span of five minutes,

voice crack

king. "The Woods family... they hid you well. But we found

ing away from the curb, Giselle l

houette of the Villarreal manor. It looked

relieved to be rid of the "fraud." He had no idea. He thought he

the window. He saw the red tailligh

sistant, entered the

urning around. "W

ns, the bus depots. Nothing. Her signal just... vanished. It's

e's hiding," he muttered. "She'll turn up in some

of a defeated woman. It was the look of someone who had nothing left to lose. And that convoy... he hadn't seen the lo

cocoa. The warmth spread through her chest.

cried in the

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The Discarded Wife Is A Billionaire

Luo Chengfeng Modern

“The DNA test in my hands felt like a death sentence. 0% match. After three years of marriage to billionaire Joseph Villarreal, the truth was out: I wasn't the heiress everyone thought I was. My mother-in-law, Buna, marched into the study with a team of lawyers and threw the divorce papers at me. "You're a fraud, Giselle," she sneered. "The Woods family has cut you off. You are a parasite we are finally removing." I looked at Joseph, praying for a spark of the man I loved. But he just sat there, cold and immaculate, exhaling a plume of cigar smoke that felt like a wall between us. "Sign it," he said, his voice devoid of emotion. "This marriage was a business transaction. The product I purchased was fraudulent." They didn't just take my home; they stripped me of my dignity. They forced me to hand over my anniversary necklace and yank the wedding ring off my finger, claiming the stone belonged to the "real" daughter, Clydie. Joseph watched with total indifference as I was kicked out into a torrential storm. I collapsed in the mud halfway down the driveway, clutching a broken suitcase, twenty-three years old and completely alone. I didn't understand how three years of devotion could be worth zero to him. He didn't even hate me; he just saw me as a depreciated asset. As I sobbed in the rain, I realized the man I had given my heart to never existed. But Joseph didn't know that the "fake" he threw away was actually the long-lost daughter of the Hines global empire. Six years later, I am no longer the girl crying in the mud. I am Dr. Mandy, the world's top neurosurgeon and a billionaire in my own right. When a little boy with Joseph's espresso-colored eyes approached me in the hospital and begged me to save his father, I realized the man who ruined me was finally in my hands.”