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From Scorned Wife To Billionaire Bride

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 1268    |    Released on: Today at 15:27

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tty Jean was fi

lood pressure. The doctors kept her in

l she fell asleep, then took a taxi back to o

e was pi

turn on t

sofa, hands folded on my knees,

ree, the front door

, tiptoeing with

soap, expensive floral

g room, he crept down the hallway into the g

s later, the s

othing but gray sweatpan

ugh the blinds lit up h

ed scratches, and three glaring deep-purpl

and switched on

and the towel dropped

or an instant - then his featur

loor, threw it over his shoulde

step. "Sitting in the dark in the middle of the nig

id, my voice flat as still water. "Wher

loor, tugging at the

's car had a dead battery in the garage, so I had

Michigan Avenue is four blocks from the venue. Destiny tagged herse

hands strangling the

face - then flooded back

epped toward me, roaring. "You're following me now

n't b

coffee table, tapped the scr

" I said. "Twenty minutes ago, Dest

was a high-res

white hotel sheets, a glass of champag

he other pillow, mouth agape, half-dressed,

Destiny had sent

five years, hag. He's gotten s

his mouth opening and clos

oduce a single

to, an ice-cold nau

looked relaxed, hungry, bu

iage, he had never on

ulders and pull away - blaming a bad back, complaining ab

cked femininity, if the double shifts had wor

ally saw

ever low

ly not inte

ft hand, clenched around th

band I'd bought him f

g set with an emerald - a brand-new

ding ring, Brody?

ocket, looked down at his bare rin

ard, unable to

avado suddenly deflated. "Destiny gave it to me. A reunion gift

ing temples and

n't fee

w, bone-deep

ad in the eye. "You can keep the furniture. I'm taking my

, staring at me as if I'd suddenly starte

urled into a har

st. "You want to divorce me? Cathy, you wouldn't dare. The

was be

marriage has rough patches! Fine - yes, I slept with her, happy now? I admit it! But Destiny is m

thing from y

st living room. "Maybe we don't have Hollywood fireworks, but we have a stabl

bandoned your sick mother to run off

lled his eyes, shame

in New York! Her husband's always overseas on business, so she's only here for three months! She's going

mach churning at the sh

ich woman's boy toy - and he fully

I said

past him toward

ers from behind, tryin

ere! You're my wife! You vowed

every ounce of strength I had, and

deadbolt, locking

ng, pleading, threatening, all t

shed a si

y work laptop, and a change of

the noise out

ard, dreaming of Destiny's taunt

o longe

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From Scorned Wife To Billionaire Bride
From Scorned Wife To Billionaire Bride
“They Took My Devotion for Granted - I Made Them Regret It for the Rest of Their Lives At a college alumni gala in downtown Chicago, my husband Brody's first love Destiny looked down her nose at me and sneered: "I heard you're just a graphic designer who does promotional brochures. Earning that pitiful little salary of yours must be exhausting." Five years ago, Destiny and Brody crashed their car together, and Destiny fled the country to dodge the charges, leaving behind two hundred thousand dollars in medical bills and legal debts. It was me who worked seventy-hour weeks and drained my entire savings to pay off Brody's mountain of medical bills. Back then, he knelt on the ground in tears, begging me to marry him, calling me the woman who saved his life, the love of his life. But the moment Destiny returned to the country, he snapped right back into the groveling lapdog he'd always been for her. In front of the whole table, Brody sighed loudly for everyone to hear, shaking his head with a bitter smile: "Marriage really does change a man. You think you're signing up for stability and warmth, and all you get in the end is someone nagging about money in your ear all day." If marriage had changed him, then this marriage was over. I slapped the expedited divorce papers right into his face, froze his bank accounts, and walked out without looking back. Next, I was going to make his life a living hell.”