Pregnant And Divorced: The Prodigy's Return

Chapter 4

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ew your marriage was a secret, but I never knew it was this mes

-deprecating smile touching her lips. "Because three years ago,

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er mother suffered a massive cerebellar hemorrhage and was put in the ICU. The medical bi

e Carlisle famil

him three months to live. The superstitious Carlisle elders wanted a "lucky brid

y to pay for my mother's ICU bills,"

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as the memories flooded back. "I cleaned his massive house on my hands and knees to meet his psychotic hygiene standards. I sta

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ally warm up to me," Kathryn closed her eyes, a tear finally escaping. "But the moment he w

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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."”