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The Jilted Wife's Ruthless Wall Street Return

The Jilted Wife's Ruthless Wall Street Return

Author: Xia Yingxi
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Chapter 1 

Word Count: 1128    |    Released on: 20/04/2026

r, her fingers tightening around the handle of the insulated thermos. The metal dug into her skin, but she barely felt it. Her heart was beat

ir conditioning seeping through the fabric. She walked down the quiet c

o the blind spot along the wall. Adriene pressed herself closer to the edge, slipping past their line of sight. She wa

the brass handle. She was just about to push it open when a sliver of h

, lingering tone he used when he kissed her forehead every morning. It w

ress rele

ene held her breath. Why was Pax here in the mi

rying Elaina's name in this mess cost us a fortune. The media

harp, physical ache bloomed just below h

care what it costs. As long as Elaina's reputati

ce water poured directly over Adr

Pax asked. "How do you e

," Dallin said, his voice dripping with c

hermos snapped sharply against her palm, the sud

r shook the glass, drowning out the sharp int

continued, his tone clinical. "She keeps the cameras busy

chuckled. "The whole city thinks y

d to her face, and she bit down on he

pure disgust. "Every time I have to touch Adriene, it makes me physically sic

Her legs turned to water, and she stumbled backward. Her

the conversation

x asked. Heavy footstep

kicked in. She spun around, her eyes darting frantically, and thr

hallway, his eyes scanning the empty space. A cold draft

spilled over her eyelashes, hot and fast, tracking down her cheeks. Her shoulder

inside and the

underwater. She looked down at the thermos in her trembling hands. The soup she had spent three ho

lked straight to the large metal trash can by the elevat

thud. Three years of her life, three ye

he screen lit up with a message Dallin

r lips. Her thumb hovered over th

had been shaky moments ago, grew steady. The soft, loving wa

n in the glass doors. Her mascara was smeared. She raised the back of h

ng rain. The freezing drops hit her face, soaking her hair instantly.

ge umbrella. "Mrs. Morales! Do you w

aid, her voice

at, she thought back to the avalanche in Aspen. She remembered digging Dallin o

urb. She opened the door and sl

told the driver. Her v

attan blurred in the rain. Adriene curled her hands into tight fists, her na

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The Jilted Wife's Ruthless Wall Street Return
The Jilted Wife's Ruthless Wall Street Return
“For three years, Adriene Rodgers gave up her brilliant Wall Street career to be the perfect, devoted wife to billionaire Dallin Morales. But one night, she overheard him talking to his lawyer, a confession that shattered her world. "Adriene is exactly what I need her to be. A perfect social shield to keep the cameras busy so Elaina can live in peace." Elaina was his late brother's widow. Dallin coldly admitted that touching his wife made him physically sick, and he only stomached it by closing his eyes and thinking of Elaina. From that moment, the nightmare escalated. Elaina framed Adriene at every turn-slashing Adriene's beloved dog to death and throwing herself into a pool to play the victim. Dallin blindly believed the widow. He shoved Adriene so hard she cracked her head open on the marble deck, leaving her bleeding on the ground while he tenderly carried Elaina away. The ultimate betrayal came when Adriene's father went into sudden cardiac failure. Desperate, she begged Dallin for the life-saving hospital funds. Instead, Dallin ruthlessly froze every single one of her bank accounts. "Go get on your knees and apologize to Elaina. Do that, and I will unfreeze your cards." Standing in the freezing rain while Dallin's Rolls-Royce sped off to comfort Elaina's fake panic attack, Adriene's heart finally turned to ice. How could she have wasted three years of devotion on a man who would use her dying father as a bargaining chip for a manipulative parasite? She didn't shed another tear. After borrowing money to save her father, she secretly signed the divorce papers and left them in a Hermès anniversary box on his desk. Then, she pulled out her old resume and sent it directly to his biggest corporate rivals. The submissive wife was dead, and it was time to burn his empire to the ground.”