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My Cheating Ex Regrets Losing The Heiress

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 1106    |    Released on: Today at 14:16

settling into the Persian rug e

ulling tight across her thighs. Her hands, adorned with heavy gold rings, grabbed the

ping the screen to open the camera app. He held it up, the lens pointed directly at Elvera, a s

of the backpack and viole

shoo

out onto the intricat

welry box. There was n

r bottle rolled a few inches before stopping against the coffee table leg. Finally

hovered over the path

t-shirts. She frantically shook the fabric out, tossing it aside. She grabbe

th

The silence in the room

y Elvera's cheap possessions. The blood rushed to Frona's face, turning her skin a mottled, u

grin slid off his face, replaced by a blank, stupid

ra. She stared at the floorboards, her voice a weak, trembling w

eling in the dirt of their own making. The corner

d an apology. Sh

vy medical books, her fingers brushing the dust off the covers, and slid them back into the

kward in the quiet room. He adjusted his cardigan, t

away from Elvera. "You can't blame us for b

slung it over her shoulder. She didn't even d

nt door, her eyes fixed on Crocket

p, a harsh, wet, tearing so

ne loo

ced his way out of his room. At the top of the stairs, Kimball gripped the wooden banister. His knuckles were bone-white. He was wearing a th

in slick with a feverish sweat, but his

feet down the stairs, his

er face instantly morphing into a mask of maternal panic.

ntly shoved h

mbled bac

oom and planted himself directly in front of Elvera, using his fra

e spine shook. When he finally caught hi

sped. His vocal cords sounded like

me!" Donita whined, steppin

ort drained the color from his lips, leavi

is eyes melted away, replaced by a deep, agoni

ion. She reached out, her cool hand resting flat against Kimball's trembl

His hand was shaking violently. He pulled out a pie

The edges were worn smooth, the numbers

ow against her face. "It's my medical fund. Everything

the warm plastic. A tight, pa

e card. Her

ands clawing toward Elvera's fist. "That's his

s bony elbows locking as he ph

cracking, "I will refuse every single treatment! I

ward. He stared at his son, terrified by the a

his life on the line for her. He was ski

tly around Kimball's freezing, bony wrist. She sque

, her voice so low only he

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My Cheating Ex Regrets Losing The Heiress
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“For years, Elvera lived as the despised charity case in the cramped Wright household. When she caught her foster sister Donita straddling her fiancé, they didn't even panic. Instead, they loudly framed Elvera for stealing a diamond necklace to justify kicking her out. Her foster parents immediately sided with the cheaters, screaming at her to pack her trash and starve in the gutters. Only her dying foster brother tried to sneak her his medical savings, but the family violently shoved him away, mocking him as a walking corpse. Standing in the freezing Brooklyn wind, Donita and Crockett followed her outside just to laugh. They waved a crisp twenty-dollar bill in her face, mocking her biological family as a bunch of unemployed street thugs. They really thought she was going to freeze to death on the pavement with nothing but a faded backpack. But then a roaring, matte-black supercar pulled up. The man who stepped out wasn't a street thug; he was her real brother, an FBI task force commander. He effortlessly snapped Crockett's shoulder out of its socket, put Elvera in the passenger seat, and drove her straight to a sprawling billionaire estate in the Hamptons. Sitting by the fire in her biological parents' palace, watching them casually display an eight-million-dollar sculpture she had secretly designed, the head butler suddenly walked in. "Sir, the fake heiress has returned from Europe." Elvera took a slow sip of her coffee. The real game was finally about to begin.”