The Jilted Heiress And Her Spectacular Comeback

Chapter 6

Word Count: 770 | Released on: 20/08/2026

of the private club. A black Rolls-Royce

the rear door open for her. Deni

d to the other side and got in as well. "Mr. Co

. The interior was spacious and silent. Denice leaned against the sof

as selected for you. They are all on Park Avenue, with the highest level of s

s and detailed specs for several top-floor pe

s, then suddenly asked, "Mr. C

was flawless. "The Montgomery family background and your p

ther. She knew she wouldn't get any personal inform

ouse with the best vie

eted within 24 hours." Vincent retrieve

ill and unconsciously wrapped her arms around h

nsole, and the temperature inside

ncent got out. He returned moments later with a steamin

said, handing them to her. "

the cup into her fingertips, chasing away some

uisitely made, and carried the same clean

r her shoulders. The oversized coat enveloped he

as an oat milk latte, no sugar. Exact

a great deal about me," she

hint of a smile on his lips. "Mr. Collins doe

g of this man deepened. He was like an invisible, inescapable net, one that had

with Jairo. Denice didn't get out immediately. She looked up at the

here first thing in the morning. You only need t

he door open, Culver's coa

ng the doorman's curious stare, a

rly been back and thrown a tantrum. Smash

ce felt a wave of relief. Sh

ase. She began to pack, taking only her own

given her, no matter how

around the familiar space one last time, letting

Only a calm, liberat

e and sent one final

ed out. W

ber, his texts, his entir

e apartment that was filled with lie

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“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.”