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Too Late,Mr.Billionaire:You're Nothing Now

Chapter 2 No.2

Word Count: 1336    |    Released on: 12/01/2026

one Adam liked because it made her look soft and available. Instead, she wore dark jeans and

of lavender and disapproval. She inspected the breakfast sp

where were you last night? Leaving the gala early? It was incredibly rude. I had to t

he didn't apologize. She

lace setting. He took a sip, sighing as the caffeine hit his system. He didn't know that Jessye blended that coffee herself,

g to have a field day with your disappearance. Jean is already drafting a st

flat on the table. "Ther

ting together. "What is that supposed to mean? Are y

o her plate. She slid it across the polished wood. It spun

the tremor that usually accompanied their confrontation

ressively. "Oh, please. Not this again. Is this about the allowance? A

hand, a smirk curling the corner of his mouth. "Divorce? Really, Jessye? You're goin

Adam. It's a leg

where the heavy-duty shredder sat-a fixture for his se

eech of metal on paper. Adam watched

Tantrum over. Now, I'm taking Josh to Karly's for dinner tonight. Pack his allergy

and reached for

er. "That was a copy," she said quietly. "My lawyers filed the originals wi

egan to crack, replaced by a flash of genuine irritation. "You have lawy

y," Jessye said. "P

scoffed. "You were a lab assistan

mother. "Read the email your gener

er the rim. He pulled out his phone, scrolli

?" He looked up, genuinely confuse

orrected. "I am invoking the 'clean break' clause. I walk away with

ntimidate. It used to work. Today, Jessye didn't even blink. "You think you can survive in

up. She was shorter than him, but i

dy to a jobless woman living in a studio apartment? I will b

his backpack slung over one shoulder. He stopped when he saw the tension, h

that terrified her. "Josh," she said, her voice softening. "Mommy

the anger on his father's face and the disdain

ked suspiciously.

essye admitted. "But

to be poor. She said you don't know how to have f

er than the shredder's blades. Her son, her flesh and bloo

y facade, the desperate need to please the dominant figures in the room. He w

e, though it felt like her face was crackin

led, grabbing a piece o

urned to Adam. "You

the kid knows you're useless. Get out, Jessye. Go play independe

carry-on size rimowa from her university days-was already by the door. It w

or screeched from the table. "Yo

t door. The hallway air smel

rn around. "You think I'm the one losing something today. But you'll fin

red, throwing a nap

r click

wood of the door. She took a deep breath, inhaling through her nose, exhali

n't look back at the penthouse door. She pressed the down button,

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“I spent three years playing the perfect trophy wife for Adam Payne, the billionaire CEO of Payne Corp. I managed his household, cured his chronic fatigue with custom supplements, and stood silently by his side at every gala, content to be the "boring, silent prop" he wanted. But at the Metropolitan Museum gala, the mask finally slipped. Adam bypassed me on the red carpet to walk in with his "colleague" Karly, while a security guard shoved me aside, telling me that "only talent" was allowed on the carpet. When I finally found my seven-year-old son, Joshua, he didn't run to me. He sprinted past me into Karly's arms, calling her his favorite. "Why is she even here? Dad said she wouldn't come. She's embarrassing," my own son whined, looking at me with the same disdain Adam used at home. Later that night, I accidentally triggered an audio message on Adam's iPad and heard his true voice. "She's just a prop to stabilize the stock price. I don't love her. I never did," Adam told Karly. "Once the patent renewal is signed next month, I'll cut her loose. She won't even know what hit her." I stood in the middle of the crowded ballroom, realizing that my sacrifice-giving up my career as a world-class scientist to be a "nobody" wife-was nothing more than a line item in a merger. I was the engine of his life, yet he treated me like a broken appliance. I didn't scream or cry. I simply pulled off my ten-carat wedding ring, dropped it onto the iPad screen, and walked out into the Manhattan rain. Adam thought he married a trophy, but he forgot that the "Daedalus" enzyme powering his entire company belonged to my family trust. I pulled out a burner phone he didn't know I had and dialed my old chief of operations. "This is Dr. Haley," I said, my voice finally steady. "Revoke all licensing for Payne Corp. It's time to show him what happens when the prop stops supporting the stage."”