The Jilted Wife's Ultimate SSS Comeback

Chapter 4

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e man's rage wash over her without effect. She took anothe

erence, seemed to enrage him further. "You brat

mild as if she were discuss

?" Warren Foster bellowed. "Who gave you pe

in her cup. "My marriage, or lack th

dea how important the Hayes partnership is to this family? You

cold, sharp sound. "Apologize? Should I apologize for

ontinuing. "Or perhaps you already knew Ms. Price was back

rmed her suspicion. He had known. He had been willing to let his

ss is just a cost of doing business for you,"

!" he roared, changing the subj

cool, determined pitch. "But I won't be crawling.

d respond, she

e hotel suite was magnificent, with floor-to-ceiling windows offering a panoramic view of Ve

ew she couldn't face her father in he

the city that catered to the ultra-w

arble and cascading crystal chandeliers. She walked into a bo

visible branding, and the faint, pale scar that ran along her jawline. A flicker of

gns. She selected a few pieces-a sharply tailored black pantsuit, a silk blouse in a d

tting rooms, a shrill voice cut thro

dear sister, fresh from bein

latest, flashiest runway look, stood with two similarly

oe Foster. Her half-sister. W

m head to toe. "What's the matter? Did Grant give you a l

Morgan Shaw, added, "Honestly, Chloe, she's just pathetic. Ta

ispered just loud enough for everyone to he

ers and the staff. The sales associate's expression

d at Chloe, her gaze steady and unnervingly ca

action at all. The sheer lack of it

nt. Then, she spoke, her voice quiet but car

ou fin

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The Jilted Wife's Ultimate SSS Comeback

Paula Gardini Romance

“Aria woke up in a hospital bed with a slashed wrist, only to realize she had transmigrated into the body of a woman who had just been driven to suicide. Before she could even process the memories of a hollow, cruel three-year marriage, her wealthy husband, Grant Hayes, threw a divorce agreement onto her silk duvet. He looked at her bloody bandage with undisguised disgust, mocking her desperate act as a pathetic stunt to keep him. "Isabelle is back. You know what that means." He sneered, offering her the house and five million dollars in charity, fully expecting the shattered heartbreak and desperate pleas he was used to. He had no idea the original Aria had already died in despair, abandoned by a father who used her as a sacrificial pawn for a business alliance, and humiliated by an illegitimate half-sister who paraded around in luxury. Looking at the arrogant man who thought he could discard her like trash, Aria felt no sorrow, only a distant, clinical amusement at how ridiculously blind they all were. Why should she shed a single tear for a cage that had finally been unlocked? She calmly asked for a pen, signed the papers without a second thought, and walked out without a single penny of his dirty money. Logging into a secret SSS-tier Swiss bank account left behind by her estranged genius mother, Aria prepared to show her ex-husband and her toxic family what true power actually looked like.”