Jilted Ex-Wife? The Secret Billionaire Heiress!

Chapter 3

Word Count: 740 | Released on: 18/08/2026

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avior out of my mind, focusing a

heir diapers. Nurse Miller was patient, her presence

ward door opened aga

g a hospital bed that looked far mor

was wrong with me or the babies, that we n

I couldn't understand, a mixture of joy and heartach

ous, "Why? Is my ch

the children are fine. It's just that this environme

private room." Keenan never gave me extra money. My credit ca

softer. "Don't worry about the cost. Everything has been arranged.

sy, but his demeanor le

ith curiosity, whispering among themselv

le another carefully lifted my babies and placed the

e mattress was incredibly soft, t

, we left the

oors. Instead, we took a private eleva

, stopping at the top floor. W

oor of a five-star hotel. Thick carpets muffled our footsteps, art hung on

idor was

at the end of the hall and

om, and a fully equipped kitchenette. A huge floor-to-ceilin

, making the entire

previous bed, which didn't

speak, just staring a

ibs that were already set up in the bedroom, t

nd I remained

s trembling. "Doctor... what is a

a little red. He took an envelope f

ld, you deserve all of this, and so mu

"DNA Test Report" were printed on it.

gaze, which was full of

ore you open it, I want you to be prepared. What's in this report will change your

n't process the weight of h

ng the manila envelope. It felt as

ted the word, a foreign

g a respectful but close distance. His voice

ry that had been burie

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“I was in the hospital, enduring the agonizing pain of labor, while my husband, a famous hockey captain, refused to show up. When I called him for the twelfth time, begging for him, he lost his patience. "Giving birth is a woman's job, don't bother me with this stuff." Then, I heard my stepsister's sweet voice offering him a drink, and he immediately softened before hanging up on me. I gave birth to twins all by myself. The nurses treated me with cold indifference, and the family in the next bed loudly mocked me as a pathetic "Puck Bunny" who was just an adopted orphan about to be dumped. They were right. A month ago, my husband had thrown divorce papers at me, demanding I make way because my stepsister was pregnant with his child. I thought my life was a joke. I was just a discarded prop he married to satisfy his grandfather, a fake daughter my adoptive parents only used to elevate my stepsister. I was completely alone, ready to sign the papers just to protect my two babies. But then, the head of the hospital rushed in, transferred me to the top-floor VIP suite, and handed me a DNA test. It turned out I wasn't an unwanted orphan, but the long-lost daughter of the ultra-wealthy Sinclair family who had been searching for me for twenty years. Looking at my billionaire parents and three powerful brothers who just flew in on their private jets to protect me, I picked up my phone to call my arrogant husband. This time, I was going to make him leave with nothing.”