Divorcing The CEO For My Secret Daughter

Chapter 9

Word Count: 632 | Released on: 09/10/2026

er ache in her throat and r

apart. Sloane's hair was slightly messy, but Chl

ned?" Chast

arms, her chin poin

She insulted me, I could take it!

veryone knows Chastity slept her way into this manager position! All those pro

ut the implication was clear. She was mocking

e screamed, read

k. She looked at Sloane. "And how would y

your cousin Karis both traded favors and slept their way u

hrieked, raising her

linched and pulled her hand back. Chastity, w

ng chill descend

an assistant call

leaning against him, her eyes cold and triumphant. Their arms were practically pressed tog

ke the perfect

surrounding employee

in line. His gaze scraped across Chas

t her hands on her hi

as the one who started spreading rumors tha

fixed on Chastity. He never cared about Sloane or

was the truth, even if Chastity was the one

on had been forced down Chastity's

e take this a

r a moment, then suddenly sm

curled into a meaningful, victorious smirk. Chastity has been clinging to E

breath and walked s

uld hear. "I shouldn't have stated the fact that you slept your way to the top in f

. Karis's fac

glare erupting from his eyes as if

. "Is that enough? Or should I record a video of this

reaction, she turned on

alk into the HR department and sub

on," she typed: Spouse deceased

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“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."”