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Divorcing The Billionaire: The Hidden Tech Tycoon

Chapter 4 

Word Count: 1164    |    Released on: 22/10/2026

into Gracie's uninj

shivering uncontrollably from the shock of the burn. Yet she h

announced to the entire clinic that Anabella is the only woman who belongs beside you. Pu

ng words. Guilt pricked at him, thou

urself," Chas snapp

an tabloids snapping photos of you begging for a cab in the r

om flickered in her blue eyes before she hurried forward, catchi

because of me," Anabella sobbed softly

ged again... Didn't you promise to stay with me for the checkup

k a ragg

hed finger and the thick gauze on Gracie's right arm-where fres

gaze away from that s

a had returned to New York, Chas

d to Anabella, his tone clipped and tense. "He will have the directo

ief. "Chas? You're leavi

d the door, he bent down, slid one arm beneath her knees and th

gh

nt jarred her bandaged right arm against his chest. Pain flar

issed through clenched teeth, shoving

want that arm to ble

he was caught off guard by how little sh

g to save her strength. Instead, she turned her fa

the warmth she used to offer him was gone,

s hold around her waist, unsettled by the sudde

i

pen into the chilly under

just as he reached the passenger door, rapid fo

s! W

r coat. She threw herself straight in front of the Maybach's door, t

you run down here?"

a cried, her voice trembling with staged g

or ruining your anniversary tonight. Even though she only burned herself because she

ars spilling down her ch

ew York makes you this miserable, I'll leave! I'll go to the airport righ

ying the helpless victim dr

, Gracie let out a

cold and clear. "With acting skills like y

Watch you

t Chas off instantly. He glared down at the woman in

get her hand treated because she was worried about you being upset, and you're st

ead and looked straight in

y she thought he might possess

rson without a single scratch?" Gracie asked quietly, her voice hollow. "Cha

titude!" Chas roared, his chest heaving

, her voice like ice

despite their argument, Anabella felt a sharp

er chest, gasping for air as

kling. "It's so dark and cold down here... just like that warehouse t

berately pitched her body forward, falling s

ike a live grenade, ripping open his dee

abe

woman he believed had saved his life,

h Anabella-releasing Grac

o time to br

ard onto the wet concrete, her back slamming stra

AC

hud echoed through th

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Divorcing The Billionaire: The Hidden Tech Tycoon
Divorcing The Billionaire: The Hidden Tech Tycoon
“For two years, Gracie Waller lived as the secret, contractual wife of billionaire heir Chas Hamilton, quietly managing his life and enduring his cold indifference. With only thirty days left on their agreement, Chas's childhood sweetheart, Anabella, returned. To frame Gracie, Anabella deliberately tipped a bowl of boiling soup over Gracie's right arm, then fell to the floor crying that Gracie had maliciously attacked her. "Have you lost your mind!" Chas roared, scooping Anabella into his arms without a single glance at Gracie's melting skin. At the hospital, he demanded the city's top micro-surgeon for Anabella's slightly pink finger, while Gracie sat alone in the trauma room with severe second-degree burns. Later, to catch a feigning Anabella, Chas callously dropped Gracie onto a concrete floor, leaving her back covered in massive, bleeding bruises. Yet, he still ordered his heavily injured wife to the kitchen to cook a steak dinner for his sweetheart. Gracie didn't shed a single tear. She didn't understand how the man she thought had saved her life years ago could be so blindly cruel. Two years of playing the obedient, submissive wife had finally been burned away by that boiling liquid. The last shred of her lingering attachment was completely dead. Staring at his demanding face, Gracie calmly untied her family-crested apron and dropped it straight into the trash. She accepted a Chief Technology Officer position at a rising tech firm, locked her bedroom door, and watched her offshore countdown timer hit twenty-nine days. The submissive facade was over, and she was finally walking away.”