The Unwanted Wife Is A Zillionaire

Chapter 8

Word Count: 612 | Released on: 16/04/2026

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ors shutting out the city noise. The maître d' led

glasses of vintage champagne. A plate

ged haircut and smiled. "To freedo

burning swallow of the champagne. The te

s bag and slid a thick manil

d Kayden's acceptance letter to the private ac

essing it against her chest. "

ersation naturally drifted to

d that little rat into your ER," Jew

uptured corpus luteum. The amount of internal bleeding... she pra

ine. "Honestly? She deserve

the carved wooden privacy

y brother and closest confidant, was h

He had put his fork down and le

let voices bleed through. Cyprian set his fork down, straining his ears as he caught distinct, horrifying frag

rshipped Allena. To him, she

suffered a miscarriage, and this bitter, jealous wife was sit

e wood. He saw Elisa throw her head b

wisted hi

lash, and snapped a photo of Elisa holdin

es and sent the phot

own ears. She's laughing about Allena bleeding in the ER, saying she destr

ed-dollar bill on the table, an

poison spreading through the di

Central Park this we

, her phone vibrated v

from Claire,

he SOHO club. I messed up bad with some

wouldn't dare approach VIPs at a high-end club like SOHO. The phrasing felt off, too calculated. This had all the hallmarks of a

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Reilly Mcardle Modern

“For seven years, I played the perfect, hidden wife to billionaire August Chambers while working quietly as an ER nurse. Three days before our marriage contract expired, he stormed into my emergency room carrying a bleeding woman. It was Allena, his cousin's fiancée. She had suffered a ruptured corpus luteum from their violent, aggressive sex. Instead of hiding his affair, August ordered me to clear the floor and threw a massive check at my face to buy my silence. Later, his friends trapped me in a VIP club. When a waiter tripped, August violently shoved me aside just to protect Allena from a spilled cup of coffee. I crashed into a glass table, a sharp edge slicing deep into my arm. "Apologize to her, and I'll have my driver take you to the hospital." As my blood soaked into the white rug, he stood over me, demanding I get on my knees for his mistress. He didn't know I had faked a miscarriage five years ago to secretly raise our daughter far away from his cruelty. He also didn't know the money he flaunted was pocket change compared to my hidden AI tech empire. I calmly tied a tourniquet around my bleeding arm with my teeth and wiped my blood directly over his heart onto his custom suit. "I'm done with you." The submissive nurse was dead, and it was time to let him burn in the ruins of his own lies.”