Pregnant And Divorced: The Prodigy's Return

Chapter 3

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again. It was Chloe, crying that little Leo had a high fever. Without a second of hesitation,

ryn's phone buzzed. It

le Investments was currently holding a little boy with a wet towel on his forehead,

and Julian rushed over in a panic. He really is the best

r, the messag

t utterly, thoroughly disgusted. She calmly opened her screen recordings, saving the

signed her name at the bottom-Kathryn Price-agreeing to walk away with a

s number on everything, grabbed the suitcase she had packed

her best friend Olivi

e. "That ungrateful bastard! I'm taking you out, Katie. We are going to the

at Le Bernardin, an exclusiv

of humor. Just as the hostess was lead

oy, Leo. Clinging intimately to his arm was Chloe, wearing a dazzlin

picture-perfect,

of malicious triumph crossed her eyes bef

nough to draw the attention of the surrounding elite guests. "Julian was just saying Leo felt

p the fake smile off Chloe's face, but Ka

lobby. His perfectly sculpted brows furrowed in intense displeasure. In his m

pping with condescending authority. "Stop playing these

ike a slave for three years, and a chillin

voice crystal clear and ringing through the quiet restaurant. She

e dining table. I'm leaving with nothing, so it should be a very quick process. Si

t dead silent. Gasps echo

isbelief and fury igniting in his eyes. He had never, in th

r, Mr. Carlisle," Kathr

linked arms with Olivia, and walked out of the restaurant with her head held high,

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“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."”