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Jilted Ex-Wife? The Secret Billionaire Heiress!

Chapter 4 

Word Count: 858    |    Released on: Today at 10:49

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ree-year-old daughter-you-to Central Park in New York.

mind: warm sunlight, colorful balloons, the sound

ck, you were gone." The pain in Julian's voice was r

eezed my heart, makin

ed the entire city upside down, but we couldn't find you.

I chose to become an obstetrician, hoping that one

r, is hereditary in our family. It's extremely rare. Wh

, your brow... they are almost identi

ened the envelope and

c data, but the conclusion on the final

ple B (Isabella Sinclair) share a biological mother-d

ke broken pearls, fell onto

er who was looking for me. A family that

owerful than the pain of being abandoned by Keenan. It was

ng cry. All the loneliness, the feeling of being discard

ssue, then a glass of warm water. His own shoulders

ya..." I cried. "The

oice was hoarse. "Your real name

n my mind. It felt strange, yet it reso

own. I wiped my tears and looked up

other?" I asked, my v

ing while waiting for the DNA test results, and I informed them as soon as the r

mother, and your three older

rothers? The information was to

. From a pitiful woman abandoned by her husband, I ha

a dream I could wak

The sharp pain con

he window, looking out at the s

ed to race, my

... what are they lik

Isabella, is a woman who loves and hates fiercely. She's extremely protective.

g, your mother's hair turned white overnight. Your father used all his

. I wasn't an unwanted child. I had

u, is a top lawyer from Harvard Law. Your second brother, Silas, is a police

e? Jade Sinclair, t

ry same. He used to love followin

brother an elite lawyer, my second brother is a policeman. my third

er twenty years. I didn't know what to say, what to do. I was f

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Jilted Ex-Wife? The Secret Billionaire Heiress!
Jilted Ex-Wife? The Secret Billionaire Heiress!
“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.”