Divorcing The CEO For My Secret Daughter

Chapter 4

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ow glaring at her with vicious eyes, l

s were placed in every corner of the house. Now, stomped beyond recognition, the carefully crafte

a tiny scratch on the frame would make her heart ache for day

actually had the audacity to bring his mistress

trace of embarrassment from being caught cheating just an hour ago. She half-hugge

ed of a flaunting, superior attitude. Karis raised her

r. But every time she makes a mistake, Easto

s old struck Chasti

ago. He couldn't possibly have

s deliberately tried to block her view. The subtle

eating on her while she

sn't a nickname for a godfathe

enly revealed four years later in the most brutal way pos

iolently carved into Chastity's chest,

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p-tier nutritional supplements every day, terrified t

child. Yet every word was

h pregnant at

herries in a blizzard-Chastity was standing in sub-zero winds handing

pharmacy, spending her last pennies on a thirty-dollar bottle of calcium pills

? How could

int of hurting? Eas

the house. "You don't have any nannies here? Easton

with flawless skin. Chastity dug her nails i

y period, she had wanted to hire someone to cook her postpartum meals. Easton's assistant had relayed

ostpartum meal, yet Karis was pa

nued to glare at her with hosti

suddenl

te out of her bag and flipped it

"The people on this legal document are call

hrough Karis. "...are called a

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Divorcing The CEO For My Secret Daughter

Xiao Yan Romance

“For five years, I endured a cold, loveless marriage with billionaire Easton Underwood, playing the role of a lowly, dependent wife. He gave all his tenderness and protection to his late best friend's widow, Karis, while treating me like an unpaid tenant. When I risked my life in a mudslide to save Karis's child, Easton wrapped his own coat around Karis and publicly humiliated me. Emboldened, Karis moved into my penthouse, shattered my wedding photo, and threw my dead mother's watch in the trash. Her cousin even stole my engineering team's proprietary flight code for a massive military demonstration. When I warned Easton, he believed their lies and ordered security to throw me out of the building. He thought I was just a pathetic gold digger who couldn't even keep our premature baby alive four years ago. He never knew I swallowed every insult and financial abuse just to fund our daughter's secret life-support treatments in Switzerland. But today, the clinic called to say my daughter's lungs had fully healed. I signed the divorce papers, waiving every single cent. Then, I walked onto the presentation stage, exposed the stolen code in front of two hundred military executives, and crashed his five-hundred-million-dollar defense demo. "Take your grieving widow and the child you treat as your own. My daughter and I don't need you anymore." I dropped my company badge into the trash and stepped into my private jet.”