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

Chapter 8 No.8

Word Count: 1427    |    Released on: 12/01/2026

ing on the closet door. A note was pi

r up

to perfection. It wasn't a dress. It was a statement. It was the kind o

ing like a second skin. She

ajar. It was her old bedroom. The one she had l

ed the d

ga

s she had left i

acked on the desk in the same precarious pile. A dried rose from her hig

instructions," a voice

re, holding two mugs of coffee. H

room. She touched the spine of a biology textb

. "Or you were lying to yourself. I knew you'd return. You are a scientist, Jess

she said, looking aroun

gaze intense. "I bought the maintenance rights to the estate from your family

rise to her cheeks.

loyalty,

e of paper that Jessye had left there the night

" Benedict noted, rea

aid, taking a sip of coffee. "He thinks I'

he sandalwood of his aftershave. He placed his hands on the edge of the desk, effectively trappi

nedict murmured. "It wil

, I have lawyers who make his legal team look like paralegals. I will

't fear. It was the thrill of

do that

" he said. The playfulness was g

roughout the house. A red lig

cle at the main gate. Unautho

broken but the tension remaining. H

aid, a cold smile touching

as stopped at the massive iron gates. A man was standing outside the car, arguing with the

IP," Jessye sai

e pressed the button on the w

is Adam Payne. He is demand

ordered. "Do not open the g

Zero?" Jes

turned to her. "Do not go down t

man who had shredded her divorce papers. T

n't want to see him.

. A bank of monitors on the wall flickered to life. On

looked disheveled. His tie was loo

e! Open this damn gat

at Jessye. "Shal

ed to the console and p

breeze was cold, but he was burning up.

didn't look like rent-a-cops. They looked like special forces. The

"Do you know who I am? I'm Adam

h his eyebrow, stepped forward. "Mr. Payne. You

is in there!" Adam pointed at

and shook them. "Jessye! Josh

ercom c

ome,

unded different. It was amplified, distorted slightl

by, please. Stop this game. The stock is crash

out," the voice replied. "My

Adam spat. "You're my w

tablet, Adam,

thrust it through the bars of the g

esident registry f

t: Jess

MARRIA

"Widowed

e word. The lette

choked out.

"The man I married died the moment he chose his public image over h

reached through the bars,

bed Adam's wrist, twisted it, and shoved him

" the guard said into his he

oice came over the spea

forward. They grabb

out. "I'll sue you! I'll buy this w

't throw him; they just deposited him

is hand resting on the taser at his belt.

he camera. He saw the red light b

some dignity, but it was gone. He looked

e door. He reversed aggressively, tire

watched the car disappear

hand on her shou

t tomorrow," Jessye sa

, you won't be behind a gate. You'll be on a st

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