Jilted Wife: The Billionaire's Contract Bride

g out the nutritional supplements I just bought! Put them in the dining room!" She then tu

ic performance and let o

a thick chicken broth, a pungent fish stew, and a massive bowl of fatty pork trotter soup. The sheer amount of oil floati

refused to leave until Chloe swallowed every last drop. "Sister,

p. But instead of bringing it to her lips, she swiftly tilted it forward, sending t

ain," Chloe said, her voice c

hrough her clothes. "Chloe Burgess! You can't tell me you aren't

entence, Chloe picked up the bowl of fish s

corrected her helpfull

, her eyes wide with fury and fear. The combination of the different broths smelled atrocious,

ained, trembling smile. "It's fine, sister. I know pregnant women experience severe

Jereme had strictly forbidden Chloe from entering that room. He had always claimed, "The study is for stressful work, and my sweet

d you to come in here?! Get out!" It had shocked her fully awake. He had later apologized, claiming he was just stressed and didn't want to ruin her sleep. But looking back, she remembered the franti

. "Take all the premium snacks, imported coffees, and pastries in the pantry and

of Jereme's oversized, custom white dress shirts. Her hair was dripping wet, m

thes were completely ruined by your soup, so I took a quick sho

ready wearing it. What am I supposed to do? Str

ar with the stolen goods as if she were the true mistress of the

cka's sports car faded down the drivew

" he bellowed into the receiver. "Her skin is incredibly

self-righteous anger. "You sit there and reflect on your vicious beh

efore she co

g playful "apology letters" to each other after a minor spat was a cut

ed. Chloe stood up, grabbed her purse, and