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The Billionaire's Secret Heir: Sign the Divorce

Chapter 4 4

Word Count: 867 | Released on: 09/01/2026

y sound was the hum of the air conditioning and

ers. He glanced at the red numbers o

" he

said, her voice rising. "We can offer collateral

back in his chair. "I've had my analysts look at it. Throwin

ntil the new product line launches. Please

w remained set. "I heard. I'm sorry a

aced on his desk. He walked over to t

," she

e through the room, screeching like a dying animal. She wa

dia," he said over the noise. "Everything your

pped inches away, looming over her. He reached out and

the divorce papers today. Right now. And wa

ped. He was bl

hispered, "you'll

aid. "Your father keeps his reputation. Yo

destitute. She would have no way to support this baby. But if she d

he word tasting lik

prised. He let go o

intercom on h

d the but

ionist's voice crackled. "She says it's u

e cold, hard mask dropped, replaced by ge

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ozen, listening to the

ay calm. I'm coming. I'm lea

from the back of his chair. He didn't even look a

ront of him. "What about

snarled. "She might

ed. Baby? Alexa was cl

uted, the irony burning her throat. "

a reflex, a desperate atte

his sleeve with pure disgust. He j

aid

ut she was weak from hunger, dizzy from the pregnancy

Her hip caught the sharp co

sharp, tearing sensation ripp

o the floor, curling into a

ered, the words too

back at her, sprawled on the carpet. For

he sn

tic. I am never going to love you, Claudia

he door and

ing in waves. She was terrified to move

ked at her, then at the empty corridor where

t beside her. "Mrs. San

glass of water fr

eeth as she forced herself to sit

to pull herself to her feet. "Tell him I will sign th

slowly. "I'll re

stomach. The sun outside was blinding, but s

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The Billionaire's Secret Heir: Sign the Divorce

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.”