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The Hidden Heiress: Divorcing Her Ruthless CEO

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 884    |    Released on: 05/11/2026

slowly pulled back his frozen hand, tugging open two

of neat whiskey, and drank it down in one gulp, the b

ere in one piece right n

ard on the bar counter, his v

e a pity play like thi

r voice shaking with anger as she poin

ly think the whole world revolves

th hands into his suit pockets,

o the hospital on purpose just to

she laughed out of pure anger, r

ing in our marriage and getting your mist

darkened completely, and he took two l

lder sister lost her life saving my big brother

t a trace of fear, her lips

ays a life debt by having a

p her across the face, stopping his palm

n blink, staring straight bac

agan dropped his hand to his si

air behind his desk, folding his hands on the surf

ality. You are nothing more than a contra

Barbara's chest so hard sh

ly in exchange for a wealthy life," Keagan said without a single change in his

ed him in secret only to repay the man she thought saved her li

irm protection, "she is pregnant and weak right now, a

ep breath to keep

insist on getti

a cold laugh fu

rom some Appalachian small town, or with the

lightly, his eyes n

Mrs. Cohen properly, or I won't mind makin

, Barbara felt her past three years of

at him silently for so long that Keaga

ooked enoug

d impatiently as if

ed slowly toward the study doo

he doorframe, she spoke so

're going to

orted at

doesn't exist i

ut into the dark hallway, shutting the stu

off, walked straight into the walk-in closet, and dra

rew in a few simple clothes wi

t, her fingers brushed against a br

oming through the window, looking down at the bold bla

r to the vanity table, pulled open the drawer, and too

able and, without a second of hesitation, signe

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The Hidden Heiress: Divorcing Her Ruthless CEO
The Hidden Heiress: Divorcing Her Ruthless CEO
“I barely survived a terrifying commercial plane crash, dragging my bruised and bleeding body into the hospital emergency room. But the husband who had ignored my desperate calls was standing in the VIP OB-GYN ward, tenderly comforting his childhood friend. "Don't be scared, I'll arrange the best medical team to take care of you and the baby." When he finally noticed my blood-soaked forehead, his first reaction wasn't concern, but cold impatience. He accused me of faking my injuries just to make a scene, warning me never to cross his pregnant mistress because I was nothing but a cheap contract wife. To stop me from getting a divorce and leaving, he even used his corporate power to freeze my passport, demanding I strip off my company blazer in front of his mistress to humiliate me into submission. I had hidden my true identity and played the perfect, submissive wife for three years to repay a life-saving debt, only to be treated like disposable garbage. Why did I ever think my quiet devotion could warm a man who was busy fathering another woman's child? Without a second thought, I left the signed divorce papers, dropped his company jacket right on his desk, and snatched my passport back. This time, I'm walking away for good.”