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Divorcing The CEO For My Secret Daughter

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 607    |    Released on: 09/10/2026

stity sat in her cold car and dial

want full custody of El

ought it throug

et out a s

had deteriorated so badly, she assumed Easton would bring up divorce right after she gave birth. Who kn

uld never allow Underwood blood to live

ilent. That was exa

he delivery room wasn't entirely Easton's idea? Maybe his

te indifference and silent approval, how would a mere assistant dare to act so atrociously? Besides, s

persuade Chastity to stay; she was just afraid her friend would back out. Few pe

ed in a single night. It was

id, briefly explaining what she ha

legal reason for him to give up Elsie. Chastity, the only way is to get Easton to sign a written agreement re

How incredibly diff

r tone. "My uncle just told me that Elsie's condition is almost fully he

been secretly treating Elsie in Switzerland. He was a late-born

of absolute, ascetic perfection, yet his aura was so profoundly cold and aloof that Chastity had been terr

r years ago, when she was completely abandoned and desperate, it was this terrifying, u

s wond

ity's chest. For four years, she could only fly out occasionally to see El

Park Avenue penthouse, the h

eone was alr

s frame shattered right at her feet. "Ugly lady

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Divorcing The CEO For My Secret Daughter
Divorcing The CEO For My Secret Daughter
“As I lay hemorrhaging and dying on the delivery bed, my billionaire husband's assistant coldly denied my request for an epidural: "Sir insists that all marital expenses must be strictly 50-50. The epidural is an unapproved expense." Desperate, I dialed my husband's number to beg for my life, but he only threw back a freezing "stick to the contract" before heartlessly hanging up on me. I later found out he wasn't born heartless. While I was handing out flyers in the freezing snow just to afford my half of the prenatal checkups, he drove across the city in a blizzard to buy imported cherries for his late best friend's widow. While I passed out from the agonizing pain, he hired a 60-person elite medical team just to ensure that woman had the most luxurious, pain-free delivery. He treated her illegitimate daughter like a princess, yet emboldened them to shatter my wedding photos and forced me to publicly apologize to them. He was arrogantly certain I was just a pathetic parasite who would starve to death without him. So, when I threw the divorce papers at him-asking for zero cents, only the custody of our child. He sneered and signed it instantly, mocking me for playing hard to get by demanding custody of a "stillborn." He didn't know I had already discovered his top-secret medical report: he suffered from irreversible azoospermia. That precious "illegitimate daughter" he treated like royalty was nothing but a random bastard! And the "dead baby" he had just signed away with absolute disgust? She was alive and well-and she was the only and final biological bloodline he would ever have in this lifetime! The moment I got his signature, I smiled. Turning around, I stepped into a waiting armored black car and dialed the encrypted number that would shake the global tech industry to its core: "Tell the board. The true founder of Apex Robotics is coming back."”