The Jilted Heiress And Her Spectacular Comeback

Chapter 8

Word Count: 706 | Released on: 20/08/2026

airs for The Montgomery Group. The deed to the Long Island estate was already in her

nt of peace, but trouble

e, holding Connor's hand. Her eyes s

her face, she walked to Denice's table.

ack down at her laptop,

Denice with wid

wn. "Sweetheart, sa

ice small and timid. "Mommy, is that the w

She looked up at Denice, her eyes instantly welling with tears. "I'm so so

g it more laughable than insulting. She closed he

. It was an unfamiliar of

ne, replaced by an arrogant, demanding command. "D

owned. "I

their way to our house! My mother found out, and she's losing her mind. You h

. Alyssia's performance in th

ome and clean up his mess. To placate his

n formed instantly. "Alright," she said, her vo

reat! Get here as soon as

had no interest in

own at Alyssia. "Goo

ssia in her wake. She couldn't understand w

use but did not rush over to the

hen she made a call to the househo

pare a dinner party. The menu? Whatever is simple. The number of g

here the hostess wasn't present to oversee

questioned. The manager agreed t

she stared at Alyssia and the boy who looked so much like Jairo. She had built her life on pr

iserable, constantly checking his

ng the part of a wronged, help

Jairo shot up as if he'd bee

catering staff. They wheeled in a

expression growing even darker. "Where is

's number again. This time, she answere

lazy, amused tone. "Oh, I forgot to tell you. I'm no

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The Jilted Heiress And Her Spectacular Comeback

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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.”