Betrayed Wife's Secret Heir: Billionaire's Unexpected Claim

Chapter 6

Word Count: 637 | Released on: 21/04/2026

trendy cocktail bar downtown. The kind of place

corner of the bar and ordered the m

asses. She was an island of quiet despair in an ocean of manufactured joy.

ng swallow. The burn in her throat was a wel

the bar. It was he

re you okay?" Jaida's voi

her own voice raspy and unfami

You sound like you're dying. Don't move, I

ender for another. She traced the condensat

nize. Probably Don's lawyer, or a reporter he'd sicced

Hope Hill clinic paced his floor. "She's not pickin

ne screen lit up, then went dark. She was

he sharp edges of her pain were starting to bl

ath down her cheek. She wiped it awa

urgent matter from Hope Hill Clinic regarding the results of your recent procedure. Pl

second. But the battery icon was a sliver of red. B

th it, the message that wo

bled toward the restroom, bumping into a man in a tailored suit. He shot her

s glassy and unfocused. She looked like a stranger. She splashed cold water

heir predatory smiles making her skin crawl. She didn't have the e

omach heaved. She leaned against a lamppost, g

, the neon signs across the street blurrin

ilent as a shark,

o saw her. A lone, pathetic figure, slumped

e opposite seat. "Ayleen Ramirez. L

dette's lips. "Rough night? She's cele

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“Ayleen Ramirez sat in the sterile Hope Hill Fertility Clinic, her heart shattering as Dr. Finch delivered the crushing news: her third IVF cycle had failed. Eavesdropping outside a supply closet, she overheard her husband Don on the phone, laughing cruelly. "She's a defective incubator," he sneered to his mistress Alessandra. "I never used my sperm-just cheap bank donation. No trailer trash carries a Bradley heir." Betrayed, Ayleen confronted him, but her adoptive family ambushed her at home. Her parents and brother sided with Alessandra, now pregnant by Don, demanding Ayleen sign divorce papers to secure family investments. "You're an embarrassment," her mother snapped, threatening to cut her trust fund. Ayleen tossed back their heirloom necklace and walked out. She stormed the Bradley mansion, slapped divorce papers on Don, packed her bags amid his aunt's insults, and fled into the night. Drunk in a trendy bar, she stumbled into a powerful stranger-Burdette Guerrero-spilling whiskey on his crotch, then accidentally grabbed a napkin to his trousers. He shoved her away in rage. Worse, she mistook his penthouse suite for her hotel room, bursting in on his shower, smashing a mirror in panic. He pinned her to the wall, snarling accusations. How did this arrogant man know her name? Why demand she sign a mysterious contract at 9 a.m.? Devastated and clueless she's actually pregnant-with his stolen heir-Ayleen sobbed alone, the world crumbling. The next morning, she straightened her spine in the Grand Guerrero lobby, ready to face him and demand answers-no matter the cost.”