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

Chapter 3 No.3

Word Count: 1086 | Released on: 12/01/2026

salad. "Drama queen. She'll be back by dinner when she

ain. It was lukewarm now. He took a sip and grimaced. It tasted... wro

oward the kitchen. "

Maria, poked her head out. "I did, sir.

Adam snapped, pushing t

a nagging unease scratched at the back of his mind. Jessye's eyes-that last look she gave him-it was

e needed validation. He needed someon

ed on the first ring, her

tie. "Actually walked out. Left the

s nerves. "Oh, Adam. It's a power play. A bad one. She wants you to chase her

ing his temple. "You're

down the top of hi

: J.

ct: C

that email address anymore. He tapped it ope

. He put the phone on spe

s crisp. Hig

y, a prop. A bori

ld. It was his voic

r... She just... exists. It

ve her. I n

cordin

mered a frantic rhythm against his ribs

the phone, sounding tinny and sm

goodbye. He slammed the phone onto

ed. "She bugged me. S

ye? Don't be absurd. She doesn't know h

, running his hands through his hair.

to hate your wife, Adam. It's just messy. Ignor

nd dialed the house manager. "Change the locks. And call American

esn't have any active cards linked to the main account. She returned the supplementary card

s impossible. How does s

't kno

stomach. Swiss bank? Jessye, the woman

the tinted windows of a black armored SUV. The i

waves around her shoulders. She was typing on a laptop that looked m

arp bob cut and glasses. Dr. Claire Y

ire said, her eyes on the rear

e said. "Terri

ut first..." Claire gestured t

backend of the Payne Corp server. Specifically

nzyme technology that powered Payne Corp's flagship anti-aging serum. It

arriage gave him permanent rights. He had

he Trust Executor. Unilateral withdrawal rights reserved fo

rking." She remembered the way he dismissed her work as "playing with test tubes." She wasn't revoking it because of infidelity-that woul

32-character al

up: REVOKE AUTHORIZATION?

"He burned the bridge. You'r

pressed

progress bar raced a

ED. ACCESS DENIED. HA

leaned back into the leather seat, watching th

Claire," Jessye said.

stock ticker for Payne Corp was about to bleed red. He didn't know that the foundation of h

n't coming. The storm was already

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

Marmaduke Ryder Modern

“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."”