Jilted Ex-Wife? The Secret Billionaire Heiress!

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y office wall. The loud crack echoed in the room,

nan, calm down. It was just one loss in a prese

"It's not about the game. It's those damn reporters, stirring up stu

you do? You're the captain of the Boston Bruins, la

d some of my anger, but the memory of Anya's cal

attention. After two years of marriage, I was sick

d an adopted girl with a questionable background. She was lik

d immediately, my voice softening witho

sister... is she about to give birth? I'm so worried abou

s and nurses. You're pregnant, you can't get

he exact same excuse to dismiss my wife t

ssion on his face. "Keenan, seriously, what's your p

e her the divorce papers ages ago. She's the one drag

. "Anya's no

thin. "All women are the same. Wasn't she just after my

n't press the issue

king out over the Boston skyline. I was the king

ant woman and a failed marriag

aid, grabbing my car keys. "Yo

eave, he said quietly, "I hop

ook back. Regret? The word didn't

a P

nder my family's meticulous ca

entire top floor of Boston's finest

urn to New York for work, but the

cle, Julian, stayed behind to

y paradise. Two top-tier nannies were on call 24/7, and a nutr

, and nursing my babies. It was a lif

ny stories from my childhood, telling me about the

re. But more importantly, my spirit, nourished by

l a bit pale, but my eyes were no longer the

. I was no longer afraid of anyo

while Isabella held my son. We were enjoyi

at do you want to do? Keanu's legal team is ready.

n the past, I might have tak

ymore. This rotten marriage-I wa

and said, "Mom, I want

al flashed in her eyes. "Good. That's my daughte

an already for

ny, took out my phone, an