Reborn Heiress: Divorcing The Ruthless Billionaire

Chapter 7

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or to the penthouse. He s

yellow lamp on the console table, the on

ped the main light switch. The h

r. He looked at the marble island. It was completely e

feeling hit his st

bedroom. He went straight to the walk-in closet and gra

ilent, expensive rows-untouched. But the sections

ity still held the expensive creams he'd bought her, lined up like

g sped up. She wasn't throwing a tantrum. She had lef

d slowly into the walk-in closet. He stopped in front of a small velvet drawer she had accidentally left slightly open. Inside was a single, pale blue silk scarf she used to wear. Gerard reached out with trembling fingers and picked it up. He pressed the soft

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re a razor-sharp white blazer and matching trouser

ke out immediately. Everyone knew the boss

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floor. She stepped out and n

. When he saw her, a massive, overly enthus

Isai shouted, opening

ting a physical barrier. S

e twitched. He took her hand,

ure the nearby assistants heard. "It's okay to take tim

My personal life is none of your concer

eyes turned dark and calculati

in ten minutes regarding the SegaCorp acquisitio

zed the wo

," Alondra s

ra walked into the massi

r executives. The chatter died

e pointed to an empty chair at the very far end

table. She pulled out the heavy leather chair immediately to the right o

, and placed her folder on the

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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.”