Divorcing The Billionaire: My Spectacular Comeback

Chapter 6

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urned to the ground, the door to H

weed suit, her makeup flawless, her expression a perf

ided into the room, placing a bouquet of expensive, fragrant lilie

erformance was flawless, but after Dottie's confession, she could se

iced. "I feel so terrible," she said, her voice catching. "I never shou

ike an apology, but the subtext was clear: the trouble had started with her return, b

simply staring at

ey's lack of response, but it was gone in an insta

really did. But he had to pick me up from the airport, and then there's the wel

and alone in a sterile hospital room. Keely, being whisked from the airport to a lavish party held in her honor, in the

pain, because a small, almost impe

w dripping with condescending pity. "After the divorce is final, I'l

e, a pathetic creature to be disposed of with a ha

e water pitcher and throw it in that perfectly made-up face was so strong it made her tremble. But sh

sed her eyes, shutting Keely out. "I'm tired

e fabric of her expensive suit. She leaned down, her face clos

er voice no longer soft but sharp and cold as ice

declarati

more than see, Keely turned and walked out of the r

ning. This wasn't over. It was just beginning. She was fighting a war on two fronts: against

, crushing loneline

rfaced in her m

ntacts until they found the name she was looking for: Kiya Pena

button. She had to ask for help.

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“I thought my cold marriage to billionaire Ernst Winters was finally thawing after a night of unexpected intimacy. But the next morning, he threw a check in my face, accusing me of drugging his water just to get pregnant. Desperate to prove my innocence, I confronted my adoptive mother, who had been in our room that night. Instead of defending me, she fell to her knees in front of Ernst, crying fake tears. "She did this once before, you know, just to get you to marry her. We can't let Haley stand in the way of your happiness with Keely any longer." Ernst looked at me like I was a monster. I was chased out into the rain, hit by his car, and left to rot in a hospital bed while they threw a lavish welcome party for my cousin Keely's return. Stripped of my marriage and family, I tried to start over by applying to a prestigious design firm. But the interviewer publicly humiliated me, throwing my portfolio on the floor and calling me a cheap plagiarist. When I looked up the genius new designer I supposedly copied, my blood ran cold. It was Keely. She hadn't just orchestrated the end of my marriage; she had stolen my graduation portfolio and claimed my entire life's work as her own. The grief vanished, replaced by a cold, hard fury. My original, hand-drawn sketches were still locked in a storage box in my adoptive mother's attic. It was time to go back and burn their perfect little world to the ground.”