The Unwanted Wife Is A Billionaire Heiress

Chapter 7

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o'clock, Augustine stood on the st

grim. His lawyer and his assistant, Leo Fo

Philippe on his wrist. N

eems she's having second thoughts," he murmu

erday was just a front. In the end, sh

stopping directly in front of the main staircase-a spac

narrowed. He re

d the driver's side and ope

e morning light glinting off his gold-rimmed glasses. He didn't move towar

loved in white si

Chloe

r a camel-colored coat. Her hair was swept up in an ele

her lips. She radiated an aura of old-money elegance,

woman was a complete stranger. She bore no resemblance to

adjusted the collar of her coat, a s

lding in his chest. He had to physically restrain

as th

the steps, stopping direc

he were a stranger, then she turned

ed him. Utterly

s sharper than any insult. He st

r her. "Aren't you going to introduce me? Is this the

rds "true love

ed slightly. The look

nking. And seeing his handsome face twist

inked her arm through Clayton's. She leaned int

ustine, her smile widening

I love. Do you have a prob

the fin

steps of the courthouse. The sight of her, nestled so c

rcing the words out. "F

his heel and stormed into the cou

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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.”