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Divorced Him, Married My Best Friend's Brother

Chapter 8 

Word Count: 673    |    Released on: Today at 16:19

he fever subsided. When she finally woke, the sun was setting, casting long shadows across the room. A single, war

nd came to her side, placing the back of his hand aga

mind finally clear. Brenda brought a tray of simple, nourishing food. D

to speak. "Dante, thank you. I'm much

icker of displeasure in his dark eyes. "That

"I can't just let this go," she said, her voice quiet but firm as she looked down at her h

, his expressi

the Santana Group as part of my dowry." Chloe's eyes began

id it was suicide from depression. But now... I have my doubts. If Elean

ze hardened. "I wil

g. "This is my fight. I have to do it myself. Dant

being born from the ashes. He was silent for a moment, then gave a si

t "I'll help you." The distinction meant th

'm going back to the Santana Group. I still have a seat on the board, even if it's

ove, I'm going to give

orner of Dante's lips-a look of p

embers and their profiles. And," she added, a new con

k out his phone and sent a se

egiances, their weaknesses, their financial interests. Shortly after, managers from several top luxury bra

wave of profound gratitude. She wasn't fighting this war alone. She final

modating Mrs. Santana. This was a warrior, her eyes sharp, her presence commanding. Her confidence,

reflection, and to the man standing

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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.”