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The Hidden Heiress: Divorcing Her Ruthless CEO

Chapter 4 

Word Count: 863    |    Released on: 05/11/2026

perfume bottle on the vanity table, the black ink stand

fresh blood seeping through the gauze on her fo

master bedroom turned with a sharp c

pushed the door open and walked in, carrying t

the floor, his brows pulled togeth

e you do

the suitcase out of his path,

runaway wif

looked straight into his eye

et's get a

his tracks, a flash of shock crossing his

ally think a childish trick li

under the perfume bottle, tore it straight in half without even g

n't sign my name, you will only ever be

er, looking down with he

ng a deep exhaustion settle into her bones; in his eye

ided to make one last desperate test to cut

etween them, raising her trembling hands t

ooking down at her with a co

o her tiptoes so her warm breath brushe

and pleading as s

r word about you and Catina, and I'll stay here quietl

, breathing in the familiar cedarwood scent on his skin as her

erself at him like this, making one last humble co

is second shirt button, Keagan grabbe

les white, and his eyes held zero desire

ugh clenched teeth. "To keep your position as Mrs.

of his arm, he shove

backward several steps before her lower back slamme

her forehead split open again, warm blood slidin

thout a shred of pity, his v

thetic act, it ma

er bedroom and slammed the door shut with a lo

le as her legs gave out, sliding slow

ankly at the torn pieces of paper in the t

up, walked over to the desk, and took fresh paper from

thout hesitation, she placed the crisp pa

k suitcase upright, and dumped out every singl

reached into the deepest corner of the bottom drawer and pulled out the

Barbara zipped the suitcase shut and looked around the roo

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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.”