The Jilted Wife's Spectacular Billionaire Comeback

yed up all night, staring at the ceiling, thinking about her plans. Concealer covered the dark circles under her

ad just showered, his clothes impeccably dressed. Beside him sat

rlaced his fingers, fingertips touching, a mocking smile p

ather chairs facing the desk and sat down, cr

ross the desk. "Mrs. Neves, my client wishes to expedite the proc

ine, filled with legal jargon, but the numbers w

you are not entitled to any assets that Mr. Neves accumulated during the ma

ze swept over the terms. No a

with three months of temporary assistance as a gesture of goodwill, p

ella, you haven't worked in ten years. What are you planning to

onsidering the current situation, th

he man for whom she had cooked, dressed him every morning, and managed his obsessiv

n this," she

vanished. "Wh

the folder. "I don't want your three mont

ice hardened. "The prenuptial ag

had stumbled upon a photo that sent a shiver down her spine. At the time, she'd dismissed it as a strange angle, a trick of light. Now, she unde

to look. His face i

there too; she had just turned eighteen and was wearing a dress that was far

e on, they sl

et this?" Conrad

ganizing the family photo album last year, I thou

turned pale. "Mr

sharply, but his jaw was cle

p with my sister...then the board of directors of the Neves Group probably won't approve of the CEO havin

rad roared, slamming his fist

wn. "You've taken up ten years of my life. You've humili

wyer, who shook his head slightly, almost imperceptibly. The

" Conrad asked thr

se," Est

blinked

rty in need of repair," only to abandon it after a weekend. "Transfer the title deed to me. Includ

laugh. "That piece of junk? It's a bottomless p

Estel

of the agreement, then scribbled his name across it forcefully. "Take it. It's

e, and then picked up the folder. She didn't look at him as she walked ou

a dilapidated, useless