Divorced Him, Married My Best Friend's Brother

Chapter 3

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in years. She applied her makeup with a steady hand, a flawless mask hiding the dark circle

offee and scanning the financial news as if nothing had happened. He loo

slid a document across the polished wood. Elliott glanced at it, his smile freez

?" His voice dropped, laced

rms. Her eyes met his without a flicker of war

table as if it were trash. "Chloe, stop this nonsense. Is this because I did

shout. "I've already signed it," Chloe said, her voice flat and devoid of emotion

ng cruelty. "Leave me? Leave the Santana family? Chloe, what will you live on? That pathetic little design job of yours?" His words were meant

ined unchanged. She met his gaze without flinching.

ped it to shreds. The torn pieces drifted to the floor, scattering across

e floor. She slowly stood up, not even giving him a second

is, Chloe!" he ro

e didn't turn around. "I already do," she said, h

hut, sealing her off from the house, the mask of strength cracked. She le

. "Chloe! You finally called back! What the hell happened last night? You said you

e. "Iris, I need your h

g three years for this day! Did that bastard finally show his true colors? You wait, I'

re go back to that hellhole," Iris commanded, her words a rapid-fire succession of plans. "My brother has a pent

m in five years, not since he'd left for Europe. But she re

is immediately buzzed through. It contained not just the l

without a single look back. She knew Elliott's contempt and refusal were just the beginning. This

step was to fi

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“Chloe Beaumont was the flawless Mrs. Santana, the envy of New York's high society. For three years, she played the perfect, radiant wife to her wealthy husband, Elliott. But at a glamorous Met gala, the illusion shattered. She found Elliott hiding in a secluded lounge, passionately kissing his "long-burned-out" college flame. Fleeing back to their estate in silent devastation, she poured out the warm milk her mother-in-law forced her to drink every night-only to notice a strange, sharp herbal scent. Feigning sleep, she overheard a chilling conversation outside her bedroom door. "To make Chloe infertile, that's too much..." Elliott hesitated. "Clio is pregnant. That is the heir our family needs," his mother hissed. "Until she has outlived her usefulness, you will keep her calm. We still need the prestige her Beaumont family brings." They had been secretly drugging her to destroy her body. When the pregnant mistress later flaunted herself in Chloe's home and deliberately shattered her late mother's only memento, Elliott fiercely defended the mistress and blamed Chloe. Her blood turned to ice. How could the man who vowed to love her conspire with his family to render her barren and steal her legacy? The gentle, submissive Chloe died that night. Leaving the signed divorce papers and her wedding ring on the dining table, she walked out of the golden cage. With the backing of a powerful childhood protector, she was going to take back her empire and make them pay in blood.”