Reborn Heiress: Divorcing The Ruthless Billionaire

Chapter 5

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tood up. He planted both hands flat on his d

on the intercom button. "

ther tote bag, pulled out a fresh copy of the di

Alondra said coldly. "Lel

hade of red. His jaw muscles ticke

ame cast a shadow over her. He stepped into her personal

d have shrunk back. Her h

. She tilted her chin up and met

harsh, mocking laugh. "This is getting pathetic, Alondra

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gainst the center of the paper, pinning it to the wo

t, her eyes filled with r

low. His eyes widened slightly. His p

st. His fingers dug into her skin, sq

sed, his face inches from hers

ith her free hand, she snatched the heavy Montblanc pen from his desk

voice dripping with venom, "then sign it. Cut me

hest heaved. The mention of Cecil and t

her arm back. He felt his authority

ard snarled, his eyes burning wit

slashed his signature across the bottom line. He pressed so hard the

igned paper ba

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n at his messy, angry signature. A genui

den, cold spike of panic hit

treating it like a winning lotter

door. She unlocked it and walked o

re she had just been. He grabbed the heavy crystal ashtray off his

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Reborn Heiress: Divorcing The Ruthless Billionaire

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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.”