The Tycoon's Awakening: Losing My Wife

Chapter 4

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nter. It was a text from Sloane B

waiting d

lid her swollen right foot into a soft, flat loafer. She

walked out the glass doors and climbed in

e heavy vehicle finally pulled up to th

ted her teeth against the sharp pain in her ankl

ral nursing station, she h

ganizing a stack of charts. "Her vitals are perfectly norma

She filed that piece of in

rse's eyes widened. She quickly turned h

ed the heavy, soundproof door o

of fluffy pillows. She was casually popping

ne, the frail, sickly act vanished. A wicke

hem of her hospital gown. She exposed a th

ed. "As long as this scar exists, Du

"You are a pathetic, D-list actress wh

tabel's face. Her eyes t

f Duke's voice echoed. He was talking to the attend

eached over to the bedside table and grabbed a

Christabel dragged the sharp b

tly welled up and dripped down her pale

uth and let out a high-p

o the linoleum floor. It clattered to

st open. Duke rushed into t

g the sheets. Then, his gaze dropped

. He charged toward the hospital bed li

calculated strike, but the sheer, reckless momentum of his large frame was enough. Camelia's bad

e bedside table. A sickening thud echoed in the room. A choked

ard against Christabel's bleeding arm. He w

ng mind? !" Duke roared, h

eper into her heart. It wasn't a new revelation, just a harsh reminder of her current reality. To him, sh

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“Camelia Drake had only four months left on her prenuptial agreement with billionaire Duke Morrow, living as a glorified maid for his wealthy family. The nightmare escalated when Duke's mistress, Christabel, intentionally threw herself down the marble stairs and later slashed her own arm with a fruit knife, screaming in fake terror that Camelia was trying to kill her. Duke didn't even glance at Camelia's bleeding knee or her bruised spine. He rammed into his wife, cradled the sobbing mistress against his chest, and pointed a furious finger at Camelia's face. "Apologize right now, or I will ruin your career and make sure you leave this marriage with absolutely nothing." The entire family mocked her. When Duke's grandmother secretly drugged his wine to force them together, Duke pinned Camelia to the wall, violently accusing her of being a desperate gold-digger. The second the mistress called with a fake ache, Duke shoved Camelia to the floor and sprinted out into the night. Sitting alone on the freezing floor, Camelia's heart finally shattered and turned to ice. She couldn't understand how a man could be so ruthlessly blind, treating his legal wife worse than a stray dog while worshipping a manipulative liar. The next morning, the mistress texted a victorious selfie from Duke's bed. Camelia didn't shed a single tear. She calmly called back, telling the mistress to make sure Duke got a full STD test. Then, she pulled out her suitcase, looked at her furious, hickey-covered husband with dead eyes, and prepared to walk away from this toxic prison forever.”