Reborn Heiress: Divorcing The Ruthless Billionaire

Chapter 6

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ing. The cold Manhattan wind hit her face, an

ering crystal was stil

SUV she had rented that morning. She gripped the steering wheel, star

She saw the sterile hospital room. She saw her grandfather, Gardner Lang, lying in the bed, hi

A hot tear slippe

the massive iron gates of the Lang

ain. She grabbed her bag and walk

she saw her in the foyer. "Miss

?" Alondra asked,

greenhou

n the heavy glass doors of the greenhouse. The air inside wa

His silver hair caught the sunlight. He was wearing reading

looked up. His wrinkled face brok

s contro

nd threw her arms around his legs. She buried her face in his tr

red hands quickly stroked her hair. "W

ainst his knees. "I was so stupid,

mrests of his chair. "Did Gerard hurt you?

ped her wet cheeks with the bac

"I made him sign the di

ook of relief washed over his face. He

his wheelchair and slowly pushed h

Group," Alondra said, her v

head to look at her, studying her face to se

of the wheelchair. "The supply chain for the new tech division is vulnera

up. That was a highly cl

cousin. "You need to look closely at his fin

temples. "I'm getting old, Ally. The

dle him," A

tes. Alondra outlined a fla

, he drafted and signed a formal Chairman's Authorization. It granted Alondra absolute, unquestioned executive control over

" Gardner said, han

cument. She looked up at the orange sunset. The fir

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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.”