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Too Late, Ex-Husband: My Tycoon Protector

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 637    |    Released on: Today at 14:36

der her cheekbones. Jordan Stephenson hadn't come home all night. She sat at the heavy mahogany

dence: hotel receipts billed to offshore accounts, flight manifests, and grainy but undeniable photos from a pri

t all those years ago, Jordan blamed Courtney for her

in the Stephenson household for five y

top, her phone, lying face down on the des

he reached for it. It was a

ly. It was her own locket, the one she had gifted to Jordan years ago. She remembered how deeply moved he had been

gle line of text: Oops, acc

lips. Her fingers flew across the screen as she typed a ruthless reply: Keep the trash. I'm done with both o

ted divorce petition. The sender was a top-tier lawyer she had asked Hayes Rich to help

the prenuptial agreement you signed with Jordan, the assets you are entitled to are extremely limit

om, her eyes dropping to the divorce petition on the sc

downfall, the house had been severely damaged in a devastating fire. Later, she and Jordan ha

n the quiet study. When it was finished, she carefully gathered the pages, p

m, her peripheral vision caught a glimpse

he man's features were soft, his eyes filled with a gentle, loving smile as he looke

she knew the truth. Her marriage to Jordan Stephenson was alread

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Too Late, Ex-Husband: My Tycoon Protector
Too Late, Ex-Husband: My Tycoon Protector
“When the anonymous photo arrived, Courtney finally saw the undeniable proof of her husband Jordan's infidelity. But his PR chief marched into her penthouse, threatening to cut off her dying brother's life support if she didn't branded. To protect the billionaire family's stock price, she was branded with the exact same butterfly tattoo as Jordan's mistress. Bleeding and numb, she was shoved in front of the press, forced to bare her collarbone and lie to the world that she was the woman in the leaked kissing photo. Later, when the mistress maliciously pushed her into a deep pool at a gala, Jordan dove in without hesitation. But he swam right past his drowning wife to rescue his mistress, who was merely standing in the shallow end. For five years, she had endured his blatant affairs just to pay her brother's medical bills. Why did she have to carve away her own flesh and dignity for a man who treated her worse than a stray dog? As she dragged her soaking, freezing body out of the water, the last ember of her devotion died. She picked up her phone and called Hayes Rich, the most ruthless billionaire in Manhattan. "I'm ready to sign your marriage contract," she said coldly. "But I want to burn my husband's empire to the ground."”