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His Discarded Wife Is The Rival's Queen

Chapter 3

Word Count: 823 | Released on: Today at 13:58

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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.”