Jilted Ex? I'm The Lost Heiress

Chapter 2

Word Count: 949 | Released on: 18/05/2026

nds were shaking-not from sadness, but from a cold, s

er rolling stomach when the sound of a key turni

followed closely by Patricia and Jessica. They crowded the narrow entryway,

demanded, her eyes narrowing.

ne last chance to walk away with some dignity, Lana. This is a relinquishment agreement for th

lease don't be stubborn. Wayne is just worried about you. My family's legal team is... well, they're ruthless. I'd hate to see you go to pris

splay. "An apology? Or hush mon

ng a manicured finger at Lana's face. "Jessica is a true lady! You're nothing but a gutter ra

osit and every month's rent for the past three years. Wayne hasn't spent a

iority, she lashed out. She grabbed the mug of freshly brewed, sc

ne started, but

aring, blistering agony erupted across her skin, soaking instantly into her sweater. Sh

a, his hypocrisy reaching new heights. "Just sig

. The final thread holding ba

pitcher of iced lemon water she had prepared earlier. Without a se

Patricia's face. Her expensive mascara ran instantly

s eyes went bloodshot as he lunged at

vy, solid marble bookend from the console table. As Wayne's hand came

of bone meeting ston

a with wide, shocked eyes. In three years, she had always been accomm

the shock, Lana stepped

of a pistol shot. Wayne's head snapped to the s

e gentle facade completely shattering. Sh

e pregnant woman. "Take one more step, Jessica. I dare you. Keep pushing me,

na. She stumbled backward, tripping over the edge of the rug, an

door, pointing a shaking, furious fi

r wet face as Wayne dragged her toward the door. "I'll

d, slamming the heavy

ame ra

r chest heaved. Her neck and shoulder burned with angry red blisters,

ed on the floo

ed, Miss Day. Meridian's supply chain is completely frozen. The co

r faded into the background, replaced by a chillin

their office tomorrow morning. I want to look Wayne

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Jilted Ex? I'm The Lost Heiress

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“I sat in the corner booth of a high-end restaurant, clutching a velvet-wrapped box to celebrate the multi-million dollar funding I had just secured for our company. My boyfriend, Wayne, finally walked in forty-five minutes late, but he wasn't alone. My best friend Jessica was clinging to his arm, her hand resting protectively over a twelve-week baby bump. "We're breaking up, Lana," Wayne said, refusing to even look at me. "Jessica fits the image of a CEO's wife better. Investors want pedigree, and your orphan background is a liability for the IPO." When I refused to hand over my patents for a measly severance check, the betrayal turned physical. His mother called me a "gutter rat" and threw a bowl of scalding soup onto my neck, while Wayne threatened to sue me for corporate espionage to ruin my reputation. They threw me out of the apartment I helped pay for, laughing as I stood on the sidewalk with nothing but a duffel bag and a burned shoulder. I couldn't wrap my head around the cruelty. How could the man I built a pharmaceutical empire for treat me like a disposable parasite? Did they honestly believe I was a nameless nobody they could just erase after stealing my life's work? But as Wayne stepped out to mock me one last time, a fleet of silver Rolls Royces pulled up to the curb, boxing in his car and stopping traffic. A man in white gloves stepped out and bowed deeply toward me. "Welcome home, Miss Delacroix," he said, his voice echoing across the street. "Your parents have been waiting twenty years for this moment." Wayne watched in frozen horror as I stepped into the luxury car, finally realizing that the "orphan" he had just discarded was actually the long-lost heir to the most powerful family in the country.”