Reborn Heiress: Divorcing The Ruthless Billionaire

Chapter 2

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was shoved open, hitt

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londra's veins. The memory of the crushed Porsche and his

cry. She

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further into the room. This wasn't her usual reaction

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of her basic t-shirts, jeans, and a few

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thout the Arnold name," Gerard m

pulled it shut. The sharp met

walked over to him. She looked at him the

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der brushing his arm, and head

kitchen island, arranging white lilies in a vase. He

mmered. "Are you leaving?

he offered the old

id. "And please, don't ca

m. He stood at the end of the ha

never coming back!" Gerard roared. H

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r, pulled the handle, and stepped o

The massive boom echoed in the hallway,

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“Alondra spent three hours making soup for her husband, only to find him at the hospital tenderly holding another woman's hand. "I'm four weeks pregnant, Gerard," the woman said softly. Gerard coldly handed Alondra a divorce agreement, claiming their three-year marriage was just a placeholder because this woman had once saved his life. Heartbroken, Alondra fled in her car, only to realize her brakes had been completely disabled. She spun out of control and crashed head-on into a massive delivery truck. As she lay trapped in the mangled wreckage with her ribs crushed and blood filling her mouth, Gerard's black Maybach pulled up to the curb. He stared at her dying body through the window with a completely blank expression. He didn't call an ambulance or even open his door. He simply rolled up his tinted window and drove away into the rain. A raw, suffocating hatred burned in her chest, hotter than the pain in her shattered bones. She couldn't understand how the man she had loved and served so devotedly could just coldly watch her die like a piece of trash. Opening her eyes again, Alondra gasped for air. She had returned to the exact morning two years ago, right before she was supposed to deliver that pathetic soup. When Gerard walked in and threatened her with divorce, she didn't cry or beg. "I agree. Let's divorce," she said calmly, packing her bags to reclaim her true identity as a billionaire heiress.”