The Secret Genius Ex-Wife Strikes Back

Chapter 4 The Legacy Diamond

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You just gave birth-tears will

, cradling a swaddled infant against her chest. The look she s

opened her mouth. But facts had never mattered

ch of exceptional quality-diamonds and deep green jade set in platinum, a piece so rare it had once been catalogued in a Sotheby's auction as "priceless." The Ca

brooch hung around

egacy had already been transferred to the new heir. A boy who was, off

na while she's recovering from childbirth? The entire family agreed to this arrangement. Your jealous

gical precision. Jasmine'

sn't conceived for Alastair's legacy. It was conceived to compensate for my fa

face flushed an ugly mottled red. "Th

s voice was cool

e, Mother, don't scold her. If people think I'm the reason for tension between you a

ry. I'm only defending you. Some people see your gentle nature and think they can walk all o

by rooted against her chest, and something complicated flickered across her expressi

ng monarch. Catherine, the daughter still cloistered at Oxford. Seraphina, the precious jewel. And Jasmine, the unwanted stray

e heir. The family's

ho cradled him with the reverence of a woman holding salvation its

's son. Finally, something good. Someth

the feast. No one looked at her. No one spoke

words, and hung up with evident delight. "Mother, my par

s-did your father ever close on that Hudson Yards parce

for years. Too expensive. Too many politica

t's nearly done. I'm not sure about all t

g. "The Stone Group's portfolio has expanded so impressively lately. We'll be counti

're family. Whatever the Carlisle-Beaumonts n

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“My husband came home overjoyed to announce that we finally had a son. But the mother of the child was his late brother's widow. He claimed it was a noble sacrifice, using his dead brother's frozen samples to carry on the family line. But I had already seen the anonymous photos of them passionately embracing on a hotel balcony. The baby wasn't a clinical procedure; it was the product of their sordid, ongoing affair. When I went to the hospital, I walked in on a picture-perfect family. My mother-in-law swept into the room and pinned the family's priceless Legacy Diamond-a jewel meant only for the rightful wife-onto the illegitimate baby's blanket. She glared at me, mocking my two years of barrenness, and ordered me to wipe the jealous look off my face. A wave of profound disgust washed over me. The entire family had conspired to make a fool out of me. The cruelest irony was the medical report hidden in my purse: my IVF had just succeeded. I was pregnant with his child. But I refused to let my baby become a pawn in their twisted dynastic war. I quietly tore the ultrasound picture into pieces and flushed it down the toilet. Returning home, I put on a mask of heartbreaking disappointment and looked at my cheating husband. "I just want a place to go, in case I'm not welcome here anymore," I whispered. Blinded by guilt, he immediately signed over a multi-million-dollar penthouse solely into my name. He thought he was buying my silence. He didn't know I was building my fortress to ruin him.”