The Jilted Heiress And Her Spectacular Comeback

Chapter 9

Word Count: 626 | Released on: 20/08/2026

e table. Four main courses. No more, no le

or only four, looked absurdl

e was black

Denice's message perfectly. But at that mome

nife and fork, but her eyes weren't on her plate. Th

down and pretend to cut Connor's steak. "Eat up,

t her off without mercy. "I was

ful, blotchy red. She froze, h

owned. "Mom! Alyssia is a gues

her silverware down with

art, since you claim this child belongs to Jairo, I won't argue. Bu

d to silence any outside gossip, let's get a paternity test

words exploded in th

eyes widen

ears, her face a portrait of someone who had just been mortally insulted.

at's going too far! Connor is my son, I can see

"Jairo, open your eyes! Does a respectable woman show up at your

issues! It had nothing to do w

es growing louder. Connor, frighte

ars falling freely, playing the part of t

h an expression of profound

ith him any longer. She delivered her final

rrow, I will have my personal doct

child is indeed of Slater blood, I will immediately

y sharp. "Miss Stuart, you should be well aware of

round Connor, her nails d

n, but a single, glacial look

not even glancing at the untouched food

nd left the

Alyssia and Connor, then at

nging on the sofa in her new penthouse, reading a live text commentary o

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The Jilted Heiress And Her Spectacular Comeback

Bai Bian Modern

“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.”