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The Billionaire's Secret Heir: Sign the Divorce

Chapter 3 3

Word Count: 957 | Released on: 09/01/2026

lue plastic ballpoint the nurse had thrust at her, nothing

on the dotted line

band's name, standing in the fluorescent purgatory of the ER, she

pboard and disappeared bac

licking a rhythmic, maddening tempo on the linoleum. Every time she passed, Claudia sm

emerging at 3:00 AM. "He's in a coma,

to Claudia. She didn't cry. She reached into her He

nto the empty se

he said, her

It was a balance sheet for Valent

hours before the bank calls in the loans. If we don't pay, they seize everyth

t cold. "Wh

to look at her sister. Her eyes

lled a silver cigarette case from her bag, her hands trembli

quiel,"

ne, I can't. He gave me

nt still.

ws about the trouble.

ia. You do not sign those papers. You go to him. You beg. You cry. You use

king of Alexa, of the way he looke

ho cares about love? This is survival. If Daddy die

er skirt. "I have to go m

eaving Claudia alo

her father anymore. She was saving a future for this child. If she was divorced and desti

Mrs. Sanford a

resh lipstick to hide the blue tint of her lips. She dro

ky, a monument to Ezequiel's pow

with perfectly highlighted hai

e my husband,

th a look of barely concealed pity. "Mr. Sanford is in meet

it," Cla

ur passed. Then two. Her stomach cramped with hunger-sh

elevator door

and Mr. Sterling. He looked immaculate, fresh, po

he sa

. He stopped, causing the b

pt her, but Ezequiel raised a hand to stop him

lack spots danced in her vision, and the f

y her. His touch was electric. For a second, he held

e was doing, he released her

ed, his voice low and dangerous.

, tasting copper. "

watch, annoyed.

es, Ezequie

ce. He must have seen the desperation ther

offi

d the sky. She could smell him-the smoke from his morning cigarette,

th floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking Manhattan. He wa

k," h

nancial documents Imogene had given her. She place

" she said. "Two

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Lu Meng Modern

“I spent three years as the perfect, silent wife to billionaire Ezequiel Sanford, enduring a marriage colder than the marble floors of our Manhattan mansion. The day I finally saw two pink lines on a pregnancy test was the same day my world burned down. I found Ezequiel at the hospital, but he wasn't there for me. He was cradling his ex-girlfriend, Alexa, with a gentleness he had never shown me, while my own father was being rushed into the ICU after a suicide attempt triggered by our family's bankruptcy. Instead of comfort, Ezequiel handed me divorce papers. He had checked a box that read "No Issue of Marriage," effectively erasing any claim I had to his legacy. He blackmailed me, promising to save my father's company only if I signed away every cent of alimony and walked away with nothing. When Alexa called him claiming an emergency, Ezequiel shoved me aside so violently I hit the sharp corner of his glass desk. As I collapsed to the floor, clutching my abdomen in sudden, searing pain, he didn't even look back. "Stop acting," he sneered, his voice dripping with disgust. "It's pathetic. I will never love you, Claudia, no matter how many times you fall down." He walked out to be with her, leaving me bleeding on his office carpet with the secret he had spent years trying to avoid. He thought I was a gold-digger faking a crisis, never realizing I was actually carrying the Sanford heir he claimed didn't exist. Now, I'm hiding in a private clinic while my husband's security team scours the city for me. My childhood friend just handed me a one-way ticket to Paris and a chance to restart the medical career I sacrificed for a lie. The money just hit my father's account. I'm signing the papers and disappearing. By the time Ezequiel realizes what he's lost, I'll be a world away, and he'll never even know my child's name.”