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The Billionaire's Regret: My Hidden Wife

Chapter 5 5

Word Count: 981 | Released on: 12/01/2026

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in his office. And every time she closed her eyes, she saw Eric's face-no

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he studio specifically because she knew Aislinn sometimes needed a "therapy session." The car

ey cardigan. On went a leather jacket, a bas

ing garage, the engine gro

linn wove through the cars, the vibration of the st

up two lanes, moving at a steady, arrogant pace. The

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speak, how to breathe-flooded her mind. The arrogance of those

uttered, grip

e saw a gap between the lead SUV and the

e Mustang shot for

Rose's designs on his tablet. He was mesmerized by the s

drowned out the q

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ight near the exit for the Brooklyn Bridge. T

anted to see who was driving.

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eyes. But he saw the jawline. The curve of the neck. Th

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. It triggered a sensory memory from the night be

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ht there. Five feet away. If she took off the g

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it stayed with him. It was bothering hi

e car and rested her forehead against th

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“I sat at a mahogany table long enough to land a plane on, signing the papers that ended my two-year marriage to billionaire Eric Koch. He didn't even show up for the divorce; he was in a private cigar lounge downstairs, sending his lawyer to hand me a five-million-dollar check to buy my silence like I was a discarded employee. For two years, I had perfected the role of the "mouse"-the plain, timid wife Eric looked right past, never suspecting I was actually Rose, the world-renowned designer behind a secret fashion empire. I never told him I was the "angel" who dragged his unconscious body from a burning car years ago, the woman he'd been searching for while he ignored the one across the breakfast table. To celebrate my freedom, I had a one-night stand with a stranger in a penthouse, only to wake up and realize the man I'd just slept with was my ex-husband. Before the ink on our divorce was dry, Eric used his billions to buy my studio, trapping me in a contract that forces me to work for him as a "lowly assistant" or face a fifty-million-dollar penalty. I watched in silence as a fame-hungry actress paraded around his office wearing my stolen heirloom locket-the only proof of my true identity-claiming she was the mystery woman from his bed. Eric looked right through my frumpy disguise with the same cold indifference he showed his wife, never realizing the woman he was hunting was standing right in front of him. I couldn't understand how he could be so obsessed with finding a ghost while treating the living woman who saved him like garbage. Why was he so determined to own every piece of Rose while he had spent two years throwing Aislinn away? "Tell him nothing," I whispered to my reflection as I reapplied the thick foundation that masked my face. "You're dangerous, Ann Reese," he told me later, his eyes narrowing as he sensed a familiar spark behind my thick glasses. I adjusted my bun and looked him in the eye, ready to play the long game. He thinks he's bought my future, but he's about to find out that Rose doesn't just design couture-she designs ruins.”