The Unwanted Wife Is A Billionaire Heiress

Chapter 8

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ed by more than just wood and varnish. Clayton sat in an observer's chair b

red, his voice filled with disbelief, "the opposing party has waived all claims to mar

as unh

e table at Chloe, searching her face

hing but ser

desperate to be with that other man that she would walk aw

he pen without a flicker of hesitation. Her signature-Chl

center of the table. Her movement was graceful, as

ine and gestured wit

He had expected tears, arguments, a last-ditch

was watching him, a cool, victorious

and wounded, sur

ngry motion, he scrawled his name-Augu

hard the nib of the

as d

f marriage, o

hat concludes the proceedings. As of this m

if a mountain had been lifted from her chest. She turned to Clayton and her la

s a celebration. A celebrat

ack and stood, needin

e walked around the table

ression cold, waiting for

mply held out h

ned, co

voice calm and even. "I don't believe I h

f keys into his hand. The met

walked away, without

walk down the hallway, side-by-side with Clayton, the anger and j

. It was loss. A real, tangibl

een so certain would never leave

the signed agreement still on the ta

Mont

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In three years, he had only ever called her Chloe. He

edge of his memory, but his mind, clo

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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.”