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Pregnant And Divorced: The Prodigy's Return

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 837    |    Released on: Today at 17:53

ng. "I just buried my daughter. Let me at least hear your husband's

thryn's heart. Suffocating under her grandmoth

through the line-icy, impatient, and

at. "My mother was just buried. Can you... can you j

without a second of hesitation. "I

ng, and deliberately loud enough to be heard over the speaker.

as C

Beep

He didn't even b

. The world tilted violently. The gray tombs

ht her. He pulled her against his chest, his dark eyes burn

e dark screen of her phone.

for it. The news was shoved into her face

ights Up the Sky! 1,000 Drones

ral video. Thousands of drones formed a ma

the woman who gave her life, her husband was throwin

What replaced the grief was a freezing, absolute hatred.

o of Julian's distinct, elegant hands cutting a massive

d mother, but he spent the whole day making sure my birthday was

dripping with venom: [And yet, I'm the one with the marriage certificate. You've been raising his bastard son f

er own message. Kathryn's eyelid twitched in pure d

shed open the heavy doors

perfectly accentuated his broad shoulders and flawless physique. He was sipp

clock, then at Kathryn's pale

d, his tone as casual as if he

yn said, her

elvet box from the coffee table and held it out to her

ompletely blank. "I had my reasons for not bein

iamonds. He was trying to buy of

rembling with pure rage. "You mean lighting up th

estioned. "Kathryn, don't be hysterical. It was a

t out a sharp, mocking laugh t

s, and slammed them directly against his chest. The p

xt: Probability of Paternity between Jul

rs, the mask of perfect indifference on his face completely shatter

athryn looked him dead in the eye, her

lies, and keep your bastard

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Pregnant And Divorced: The Prodigy's Return
Pregnant And Divorced: The Prodigy's Return
“After three years of a contract marriage, I thought I was just waiting for my supposedly terminally ill husband to pass away so I could finally get my freedom back. But an anonymous video shattered that peace. He wasn't dying at all; he was perfectly healthy and secretly raising a toddler with his glamorous mistress. On the exact anniversary of my mother's funeral, he lit up the city sky with a thousand drones to celebrate his mistress's birthday. When I packed my bags and handed him the DNA report to demand a divorce, he coldly refused. He violently dragged me into his car, only to kick me out on a desolate highway in the freezing night. "You married me for money. You should have the self-awareness of a commodity." I had sacrificed my youth and dignity to play his invisible caretaker, only to be treated like a pathetic joke. The shallow ties of our transaction were completely gone, leaving nothing but pure, physical disgust. I didn't shed a single tear in the cold wind. Instead, I blocked his entire family, dusted off my MIT degree, and accepted a Technical Director position at a rising tech firm. The next time we met, he was the arrogant lead investor trying to use his power to humiliate me in front of his mistress. I calmly pulled up my groundbreaking architectural proposal, securing the entire board's absolute loyalty, and looked right through him. "Mr. Carlisle, if you don't understand the technology, you can take your money and leave."”