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The Tycoon's Awakening: Losing My Wife

Chapter 5 

Word Count: 653    |    Released on: Today at 18:10

nd. She forced her shaking legs to straighten, ignoring

t at her face. "You are a sick, bottomle

calculating eyes were locked on the bl

into her coat pocket. She

humb hovered over the keypad.

D right now," Camelia

e handle for fingerprints, we will know exactly w

sobbing stopped instantly. It was

dilated in pure, u

t and grabbed a fistful of Duke's su

embling for real this time. "Don't call the pol

looked back at the knife on the floor. A flicker o

y," Duke ordered. "The Morrow family cannot affor

h. Her thumb stayed hovering right ov

ing for air. She clutched her chest with both hands. Sh

started beeping rapidly, a shril

edical alarm shatt

his massive frame to block her view of the bed.

get out of this room," Duke dem

"Why should I apologize fo

pologize right now, I will instantly freeze every single corporate res

The joints in her fingers turne

o secure her exit plan before the four-month divorce deadline. If

slowly lowered the phone and slipped it back into her pock

ke's shoulder. Her voice was flat, mech

ry," Came

ed the towel from her mouth. A wicke

finger toward the hos

. She dragged her injured right leg across

and pushed open the fir

cold. Camelia's legs finally gave out. Sh

h Yang's warm, smiling face filled her mind. It was the only safe place le

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The Tycoon's Awakening: Losing My Wife
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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.”