The Unwanted Wife Is A Billionaire Heiress

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press her for details. He just sat beside her, a

of city lights. Three years of her lif

vibrated in her handbag. The screen lit up with

ice. She declined the cal

nt me to make his number disappe

andle this myself." Her voice was tired, but th

dial tone and his face grew darker. Ashley was att

ngry. Maybe Chloe w

ferocity that made her flinch. It was the fir

answer. He switched to his private

g with an unknown number. She hes

sharp, cut through the lin

t a plea to recons

aped her. "That's none of

, and then, in a deliberately intimate tone loud enough to be picked up by the

hoed in Aug

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loe. You're good. So this is your new act? You eve

e woman he married could possibly know someone of that man's caliber. It

rd conclusion. Then, instead of c

newfound audacity. "At least he's gentler than you.

" playing directly into the greedy, gold-dig

ded. A harsh, humorless la

You want a divorce? You've got it! I can't wait to se

his composure like this. A burning sense of betrayal and humil

her head back against the soft leather, clos

led her hair, a gesture he'd used to

cry if yo

s opening. The amber depths

ice firm. "I will never she

d her lawyer's contact information.

d a clause. I waive all rights to any and all

al tie. She would leave

d profile, his heart aching for her pain

merging smoothly back i

ng home. Mom and Da

awling estate in the most exclusive corner of Manhattan. As the car came to a smooth stop before the grand entrance,