Too Late Mr CEO: I Am Gone

Chapter 3

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thundercloud as Eleanore walked out of the grand entrance o

oice laced with scorn as he lo

leanore replied calmly, placing t

He pulled up in front of a plain, three-story apartment building, a world away from

her luggage, and walked aw

nyielding. He slammed his fist against the stee

nt of white roses, a scent he had always taken for

Miss Chanel York had paid a visit earlie

om," Maria reported, her eyes downcast. "The mad

alculation; Chanel's visit had been the final straw that pushed Eleanore to dem

ll apartment, her best frien

e full of righteous anger. "You deserve so much better! Come

ic lounge downtown. The lights were low, the music a throbbing

s, her eyes vacant as she

aid, nudging her. "Look around. Thi

. Chanel York, a vision in a stunning red dress, clinging to the arm of a powerful

ph crossed her face. She deliberately

l said, her voice dripping with mock surprise,

parody of shock. "Oh, that's righ

to fight, but Eleanore placed

than Chanel in her heels, but som

es locking with Chanel's. A slo

id, her voice smooth as silk. "But that's understand

sharp and deadly. Chanel'

nt silent, their eyes dar

om red to white. "Wha

dropping to a conspiratorial whisper only Chane

from Chanel's face. She loo

, furious voice sliced throu

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s Don

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Too Late Mr CEO: I Am Gone

Xiao Ziyi Romance

“For three years, I played the perfect, obedient wife to billionaire Donovan Sterling, filling his grand estate with his favorite white roses. But the moment his true love returned, he threw a divorce agreement on the table and told me to get out. He offered a pitiful ten million dollars to buy back my youth. When I demanded the shares he legally promised, he pinned me against the marble vanity, violently punishing my defiance. The humiliation only escalated. Forced to attend a final family dinner, his true love deliberately pulled us both into the freezing estate pool, screaming that I had pushed her. I couldn't swim. As icy water filled my lungs, I saw Donovan dive in. A foolish flicker of hope ignited, but he swam right past my thrashing body, desperately pulling her to safety while I sank into the dark depths. When a bodyguard finally dragged me out, Donovan's family surrounded me with disgusted glares, accusing me of attempted murder. Looking at my husband tenderly wrapping his jacket around the woman who just framed me, the last bit of warmth in my heart turned to ash. He didn't know I was secretly carrying his child, and now, he never would. I didn't cry or beg for his trust. "Bring up the security footage from the pool cameras," I told the family patriarch calmly. It was time to take my hundred million dollars and walk away forever.”