Jilted Wife Returns As A Billionaire Heiress

h the sterile air of the delivery r

was a physical weight, pressing down on her bones, but the sound of her babies' cries

eight was surprisingly solid. A tiny, thumping heartbeat pulsed against her own exhausted one. A wave of

ou gave birth to a pair of adorable boy

to look at the two babies

ried out, "Where's Chloe Hayes's fam

in and again, but

hloe's face turned eve

n really

l the children's biological father. So befor

ital bed, completel

urse quickly too

VIP ward that Julian had promised her,

were also pregnant women lying in the other three beds.

ribs to watch their children, and there were also new dads holding thei

liation swept throug

er. She was unable to care for the baby on her own, and the nurses

n until she found Julian Sterling's name in the contacts. The sharp-looking bu

aky breath and pres

t was the cacophony of a party-loud music,

and impatient. "Chloe

She squeezed her eyes shut, forcing the word

nd. Just long enough for a slive

ed. "Okay. Send the de

odious, echoed close to the receiver. It was a laugh she rec

oliteness that was worse than outright anger. "I hav

ne wen

at felt like it was drilling into her skull. Chloe's hand fell lim

re body. She curled onto her side, facing the wall, pressing her face into the thin pillow to muffl

ed in, their happy chatte

woman said, her voice a stage whisper. "So piti

that Chloe Hayes? The one who m

ing conspiratorially. "The papers are saying Julian is

too," the girl added. "This

Pity and malice, a cruel co

their marriage, as Julian always r

e was. But so what? She smiled bitterly. Even if she became an actress like Amelia and was

she couldn't block them out. She squeezed h

was pushing a clear, plastic bassinet towards her bed, the

e pushed herself up, her sore muscles

row, a serious little frown even in sleep. The girl ha

bitten and short, and gently stroked her dau

steel began to form where only rubble had been. She was no l

as a

ack of her hand. Her gaze, once filled with

ies, she had

sperate search for a friend, a lifeline. Her finger swiped past business contacts for the

le who were not her people. She had spent years trying to fit i

erly, compl