Too Late Mr CEO: I Am Gone

“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.”