Pregnant And Divorced: The Prodigy's Return

Chapter 7

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ation. He poured himself a stiff drink, Kathryn's words-"I have

d, Kathryn was probably shivering in the cold right now, ready to cry

s mother, Victoria, stormed

d! She dared to hang up on me! And then s

n phone and tried to call Kathryn. A mechanical voice immediately in

storm gathered in

bed for money has the audacity to play these hard-to-get games! She

ff, his voice sharp and dr

re you yelling at

Julian stated, as if annou

"you will not treat her like the staff. She is my wife.

do you mean? You're keeping Chloe and that child on the side, but you

nk. "This is my business. You just need to reme

voice came from the doorway. "V

other Matilda, walked in, leaning on a cane. J

ia's anger immed

silent Julian. "I heard. Screaming at your daughter-in-law

make her understand her

es of the Carlisle house," Matilda said, her words

the side, "But she did

are, and Isabella imm

. We bought her to cure your illness, and she served her purpose. But remember, a Carlisle never gets

ed and left. Victoria and Isa

his expression dark and unreadable. He dialed his assistant. "Find the M

e cold for nearly an hour when she finall

r with her phone, and sat down. The clerk, seeing her thin

s safe, refusing her friend's offer to c

ed with a message from a

reading a bedtime story to Leo, his expression softer

hen he's with Leo and me does he feel like a living, breathing human, not just a money-making machine. You're ho

lt pain. Just a sense of the absurd. Three years of wiping his

d this video as well. Mor

hen called for a ride-share t

gan to seriously plan her future for the first time. She wasn't just fi

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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."”