The Unwanted Wife Walks Away Free

Chapter 5 5

Word Count: 762 | Released on: 09/04/2026

, expensive and yielding, designed to make occ

e on knee, the posture deliberat

fty percent of marital assets. Given the duration of the marriage and Mrs. Jarvis's contributions to your public image and charitable foundations, we're prepared to argue f

transformed into something unrecognizable. "You finally show your teeth, darling.

two," Fa

tions, real estate holdings, and future support. She retains only premarital assets and personal effects. In exchange,

ence st

d to absorb contract language, finding the clauses that mattered.

e papers. "Th

when he was about to close a deal or destroy an opponent. "-that you'll walk away

er bag. "I don't want the clothes. I d

skidded across the polished surface and stopped against his hand, a small

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in her blood. "Dax Kincaid's people sent it over six months ago. Unsolicited. He thought a dissatisfied

n unknown files on his primary system-but his thumb traced the casing, and she saw him recognize the

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ed to read during the years she'd pretended to be decorative. Traffic flows. Pedestrian dens

on your desk. The prospectuses. The market analyses." She turned back to face him. "I know how your empire works. I know where it's vulnerable. And I know that if I file for divorce with cause-a

than his anger-that frozen calculation that

right catalyst. A messy divorce, public allegations, regulatory scrutiny-that's his catalyst. I've seen his mod

at, certain. "You don't have the

th. "I was those things. You trained me well. But you made one mistake, Br

flat on the surface, mirroring his posture, c

day. Or I call Kincaid, and we find out e

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“For fourteen years, Faith was the perfect Jarvis trophy wife. Plucked from her parents' funeral at seventeen, she was molded into an obedient, quiet accessory for Branson's billionaire empire. But while she managed his charities and smiled at galas until her face ached, he was busy humiliating her. She found another woman's gold bracelet in his desk, and today, his affair with a 23-year-old actress was broadcast on a massive electronic billboard right above his own Wall Street headquarters. For years, Faith had endured his coldness. He stopped touching her after the second miscarriage. He left her alone to cry in the back of his chauffeured cars at 3 AM. He thought her silence meant she was too weak, too poor, and too grateful to ever walk away. He called her a "cheap pet" who couldn't survive without his credit cards and mansions. He truly believed she needed someone else to want her before she could leave him. He never understood that wanting herself was enough. Did he really think she spent all those lonely nights just crying in her gilded cage? He was dead wrong. Faith didn't just pack a cheap duffel bag to run away. She walked right into his seventy-third-floor corner office, slammed down a zero-compensation divorce agreement, and tossed a highly encrypted USB drive onto his desk. "Sign the papers today, Branson. Or I hand your company's deepest secrets to a short-seller, and we watch your empire burn."”