The Pitiful Ex-wife Is Now A Brilliant Tycoon

Chapter 6 Secret

Word Count: 624 | Released on: 09/02/2026

ndwiched between a dry cleaner and a vape shop.

in a week. He was young, his suit was i

on agreement Carly had placed on his desk.

he squeaked. "As i

typed on her pho

nt, trembling hands. He read it. Then he read it again. He

lence was thick with the smel

off his glasses an

. He signed it,"

he knew the document was flawed; she wasn't here for

Under New York state law, any disposition of trust assets requires the countersignature of a secondary trustee or two notaries present at the signi

bury you, Mrs. Salazar. They will drag thi

aper. She didn't

gned it with full intent to defraud the trust, or you

Carly

zars. It's career suicide." He paused. "Well, maybe Damon Yates. But

hadn't come here hoping the agreement would hold up; she had come to co

gray afternoon. The ci

e photo of Damon Yates on her phone

Money wouldn't work o

rchives of her memory-the things she k

ofile case five years ago because a key witness disappeared. A man named "The Ghost

ad stitched up his bullet wound in a

on would expose that she wasn't just a

had no

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throom and showered, scrubbing her skin until it was p

. It was backless, plung

mirror. The submis

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The Pitiful Ex-wife Is Now A Brilliant Tycoon

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“I was the "mute kitten" of billionaire CEO Brice Salazar, a submissive wife who never said a word. For three years, I played the part of the perfect, damaged trophy he rescued from a war zone, living in a mansion that felt like a marble prison. Everything shattered when I caught him with his mistress, Lola Vane. While I sat silently in the shadows of a private club, I heard Brice laughing with his inner circle, calling me "damaged goods" and a "high-maintenance signature machine" who was only useful for signing legal documents. The betrayal went deeper than a secret affair. I discovered a voice memo where Brice planned to have me committed to a Swiss sanitarium the moment my trust fund vested. He wanted to lock me away in a padded room forever so he could keep my money and his freedom. He even bought two identical pink diamond bracelets-one for me to fix his public image, and one for the woman he was actually sleeping with. I realized my "hero" never loved me. He didn't save my life in Kandahar out of mercy; he acquired me like a failing company, exploiting my trauma to ensure my silence. He treated me like a tenant in my own home while planning to erase my very existence. But Brice forgot one thing: before I was his mute wife, I was "The Surgeon," an operative who knew exactly how to handle a predator. I tricked him into signing a separation agreement worth billions and wore a blood-red dress to a gala to hire his greatest enemy, Damon Yates, to eat him alive. Just as the trap was set, my world tilted. The morning sickness hit me with the force of a freight train. I wasn't just escaping a monster anymore; I was carrying his child, the ultimate leverage in a war that had just become life or death.”