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The Jilted Heiress And Her Spectacular Comeback

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 826    |    Released on: 20/08/2026

o the leather chai

Crying was a physical response to pain, and at this moment,

hone and connected

highly encrypted cloud drive. When the progress bar reached one hundred percent, she titled the f

e air burning her lungs, a

d-silent room, each ring a hamm

ant and imperious, with a sharp edge of impatienc

the Montgomery family. Since Denice had walked out eight year

imand. "It's over betw

. Denice could picture her mother perfectly: one perfec

a faint, unmistakable thread of satisfaction.

s ago, you mentioned a business arrangement... a marriage allia

amily. Kings among New York's new money, their power was immense,

o handle," Eleanor said slowly. "Are

is name and his resources, Mother. As for affectio

orld of business. "Very well," she replied briskly. "I'll make the arrangements. Vince

a profound, hollowed-out exhaustion. Her relatio

omputer, scrolling through A

benefactor" for the scholarship that allowed her to finish her d

ro taking a short course at Yale around the same time. She had e

ng with this woman. She took a screenshot and saved it to a new, enc

ed to the floor-to

r finger. The diamond Jairo had given

row it. She d

nto the back of a drawer, where it landed with

ed over her. She walked into the bedroom. J

ed, conservative clothes she'd bought to s

e very back. It was the only piece of couture she had brought with her

shimmering, dark blue silk, embro

sonal assistant. "Chloe, have all of my clothes a

the bathroom and began

ing over her skin, as if it could cleanse he

airo and Alyssia, and the boy named

piness. She would make them pay the s

phone lit up. A new email not

ith Mr. Collins. F

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The Jilted Heiress And Her Spectacular Comeback
The Jilted Heiress And Her Spectacular Comeback
“I was double-checking the final payments for our upcoming wedding when I saw it. A $50,000 transfer from our joint account to a woman named Alyssia Stuart, labeled "living expenses and Connor's tuition." My fiancé, Jairo, the tech mogul I had spent ten years building from the ground up using my family's hidden resources, was secretly sponsoring another family. I hacked into his laptop and found a hidden social media archive filled with photos of him, Alyssia, and a little boy with his exact eyes. "J says he's going to give me a real home soon, make me his one and only wife." Alyssia's caption glared at me, posted the same week Jairo claimed to be on a business trip. He had even used the anonymous Ivy League scholarship fund I had secretly established for him to pay for his mistress's degree. For a decade, I gave up my name and my powerful family to be his quiet, supportive partner, designing the very tech that made him a Wall Street wunderkind. And to this woman, I was just a "complication" to be handled. Instead of crying, I calmly took photos of every single screenshot and packed my bags. I dialed a number I hadn't called in years. "Mom, we're finished. Is that marriage arrangement with Culver Collins still on the table?" It was time to reclaim my identity as the Montgomery heiress and watch the empire I built for him burn to the ground.”