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The Unwanted Wife Is A Billionaire Heiress

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 721    |    Released on: Today at 17:00

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of surprise in his cold eyes, qui

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ht this was just another one of her p

lutched Augustine's arm, her ey

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d her. His brow furrowed as he shot a glare at C

ly dressed and radiating an aura of cold authority, swept

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venomous gaze on Chloe. "The barren hen dares to make a

loe an ounce of kindness, her disdain growi

lanking their precious vessel, and fe

ue. She didn't

r earlier statement, h

g. Nine o'clock, at the cou

im. A muscle in his jaw twitched, and for the first tim

ng. "Are you insane? Without Augustine,

pressed her fingers to her temple, her body goin

. "I... I feel dizzy. My sto

napped back to her. His

scooping her into his arms. "I'

r barked orders at the housekeeper. Augustin

looked

host in the home she had

ld, and the last, lingering ember of

d her bac

ircase leading to the second floor. Her posture was perfect, her sp

w her retreating back, the sheer finality in her movement

fter her. "You dare

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the worthless woman leave! It just makes mor

d locked the door, shutting

idn't

xpensive dresses Augustine had bought her, a

e pieces of clothing with no visible logos-the cl

worn to please him and changed into a simp

n the back of the drawer, she took out a sleek, black smartph

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“On our third wedding anniversary, I spent all afternoon preparing a perfect dinner, waiting for my husband. He showed up three hours late, bringing his first love along with him. Her hand was resting protectively over a softly rounded belly. Augustine looked at me coldly and announced that she was pregnant and would be living with us from now on. When she pretended to be weak, he ordered me to get her a glass of hot water, treating me like a lowly maid. His mother rushed in shortly after, cursing me as a barren hen and celebrating the mistress's pregnancy. They surrounded her with care, completely forgetting the silvery scar hidden on my lower back. It was the permanent reminder of the kidney I had given him to save his life. Three years of devotion, swallowing my pride, and sacrificing my own body all felt like a cruel, elaborate joke. I didn't feel pain anymore, just a profound, bone-deep chill and overwhelming disgust. So, I calmly demanded a divorce, waived my rights to all his assets, and walked out. Then, I turned on a secret phone I hadn't used in three years and called my billionaire brother. "Brother, I need you to come get me. I'm getting a divorce." This time, I chose to reclaim my true identity and crush him on my own terms.”