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The Discarded Wife Is A Billionaire

Chapter 4 No.4

Word Count: 737    |    Released on: 09/01/2026

with her stride. "The neuro consult in Room 304-they

n a severe, tight bun. No one looked at her and saw Giselle Villarreal. They saw Dr. Mandy, the phantom of the neurological wo

id, her voice crisp. "And check the spinal fluid pre

awestruck. "Right. Y

wrist. 3:00 PM. She had exactly twenty minutes be

levators, her mind already shiftin

h

and solid slamme

k, catching her bala

in a miniature, tailored navy suit that probably cost more than most people's

, pressing a fin

tarted, reaching d

red urgently. "The g

ril

Heavy voices echoed f

black suits were scanning the cr

.. Giselle froze. Those eyes. They were the

st her ribs. This was Jo

ave called the guards. But the terror in his

nough to shield him between her and a large potted fern. Sh

past them, their

He let out a dramatic sigh of relief.

her, tilting h

ked, trying to kee

" he said solemnly. "You look

. "I think you're confus

and. His fingers were small and warm. "I heard the

orrected lightly, he

gle? I need

A laugh escaped her mask.

aid, shaking his h

ile va

both." Jamin suddenly clutched his chest and

tantly, her fingers finding his

eyes at him. "You

ing. "Okay, you caught me. I'm not si

ed, the words tasting like ash.

he muttered, kicking at the floor tile. "She's mean. She just wan

her out? But the news... the tabloids

. Mandy to the ER," the

have to go, Jamin.

My daddy... he hurts. He hits his head a

ounded like neuroto

d, his eyes filling w

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The Discarded Wife Is A Billionaire
The Discarded Wife Is A Billionaire
“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.”