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His Discarded Wife Is The Rival's Queen

Chapter 4

Word Count: 864 | Released on: Today at 13:58

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ed frozen branches tearing at the sleeves of my c

nel run, seven-year-old Coy stood wi

el garden rake with both hands, his

ainst the frozen brick wall, his white-and-gray fur matted wit

iron prongs of the rake high above his head, aiming stra

med into my chest, instantly wiping

!" I

entire body over the trembling puppy just as th

raised left forearm with

rough the wool of my sleeve, ripp

agony flared up my arm, forcin

g snow, but I didn't shift my weight by an inch. I stayed hunch

mpact. The rake slipped from his gloved hand

the dark blood soaking through

imself backward into a snowdrift, lettin

ing to kill me!" he shrieked, kicki

ed him

hand to pull off my wool scarf and gently wrap

natural angle, and warm blood coated my

What have

as she came running down the stone path, flanked

ling the screaming boy into her arms whi

bling with manufactured outrage. "You attacked a seven-y

your eyes to someone who needs them," I said

ff of my left sleeve, leaving a trail of

rusted garden rake. I blocked the s

toward her, but she quickly masked h

elled over the wind, turning to the maids. "Go get Fitz! Tel

rned and sprinted t

ering puppy tightly against my ribs, m

ter pray this dog

darted nervously toward the woods. "You're an unemployed n

m hers, and spoke in a voice so low and sh

isn't Fitzge

ntire body

e. Her pupils contracted into tiny pinpricks of pure terror, an

" she choked out, her bre

ntence, heavy running footsteps

flanked by two pri

a flood of tears, throwing herself into hi

ng his lapels. "She went crazy... she beat Coy, an

g arm and settling on the blood-soaked dog in my grip, h

nacing steps toward me. "Get on your knees and apologize to Coy right now

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His Discarded Wife Is The Rival's Queen

Ying Suhua Romance

“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.”