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His Discarded Wife Is The Rival's Queen

Chapter 2

Word Count: 1086 | Released on: Today at 13:58

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as I pulled the door shut against the h

voice hoarse. "The David E

eyebrows lifting slightly at the mention of the city's most e

tes of the estate, I paid the fare with the last twenty-doll

it card-the only card David Sports Group had not frozen-ha

transplant money. It would n

and punched in the seven-digit security

ical groan, the iron

ured evergreens on either side draped in glo

er felt like a

use, and a blast of central heating washed over me, thi

reech of laughter echoed from the grand living room, followed

d the marble fo

ter of an antique Persian rug, gripping t

rized remains of a blue-a

ack in a cream-colored cashmere lounge set, swirling a

bratty sneer, and he raised the metal club, p

lled, stomping his foot. "Daddy said you belong

child. My gaze locked

your son,

ier, swinging his heavy winter boot

pain up my leg, leaving a mudd

slow sip of her wine. "You might catch whatever che

on the curved ma

tailored charcoal three-piece suit, his g

ression melting into a picture of fragile distress a

nst his lapel. "Isabella just barged in and star

me, lingering for a fraction of a second

rrowed with

the summit?" His voice was cold, stripped of any warmth. "What are

in as I looked him dead in the eye. "She needs an emergency bone marrow transplant. I ne

out a dry, cond

two fingers of Macallan into a cryst

dred miles through a blizz

Coy let out a glee

pockets. "My algorithms generated over twenty million dollars in licensing revenue for your

nd stepped toward me, his towering frame ca

said, his voice dropping into a cruel murmur. "You want half a million dollars? Fine. Get down on your knees, beg Kris

he room seem

wave of profound na

who stole my preliminary research d

est, her eyes welling with well-rehearsed tears as

my credibility again... I worke

le side table with a sharp crack. "I am sick of your pathetic, insecure jealousy,

s rigid, self-

uthful illusion I had once harbored for

cream. I d

arp calm settled

tice. Since you choose to ignore my warning, and don' t blame

and walked toward th

rnous foyer just as my fingers touched

st the herringbone parquet as h

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His Discarded Wife Is The Rival's Queen

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“For three years, I played the perfect wife to Fitzgerald David, raising his "orphaned" nephew and building the core technology for his billion-dollar sports empire from scratch. But when my adoptive mother was dying of leukemia and needed a $200,000 bone marrow transplant, he coldly refused to release my own legally earned bonus. Instead, he routed my entire payout to his mistress, Kristi, so she could parade around taking full credit for my patents. When I rushed home to beg him for the money, I found Kristi wearing his family's heirloom diamonds. Their spoiled son was in the courtyard, laughing as he beat my bleeding rescue dog with a heavy brass buckle. Fitzgerald didn't even flinch at the cruelty. "Get on your knees and apologize to Kristi and my son," he demanded. He even threatened to freeze my mother's medical funds so she would die, leaving me completely dependent on the David family. That's when I overheard his private conversation and the sickening truth finally clicked. The boy wasn't his nephew. He was his illegitimate son with Kristi. My marriage was nothing but a calculated PR shield to protect his mistress's reputation while they drained my intellect and treated me like a captive slave. They thought I was trapped, assuming I'd swallow the humiliation to save my mother's life. But they didn't know Fitzgerald had just arrogantly blindly batch-signed his daily executive paperwork. Sitting right at the top of that stack was my unconditional release and non-compete waiver. I calmly saved the audio recording of his paternity fraud, walked out into the blizzard, and accepted a five-million-dollar VP position from his biggest corporate rival.”