The Billionaire's Fake Wife, My Revenge

Chapter 4

Word Count: 599 | Released on: 17/09/2025

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s replaced by practiced sympathy. "Oh, honey. I'm so

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been cremated and her ashes scatter

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of the practiced care of a devoted husb

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impatience. "Don't be so child

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rmed the sale of the apartment, t

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The Billionaire's Fake Wife, My Revenge

Mu Hui Xin Romance

“After three years abroad, I came home to surprise my secret husband, tech billionaire Gilbert Davis. He was finally CEO of his family's empire, and I believed our life together was about to begin. The surprise was on me. The first thing I learned wasn't from him, but from the breaking news alerts: Gilbert was engaged to an influencer named Hayden Torres, his supposed long-lost love. The world shattered when I saw her picture. She had my face. Then the truth unraveled, each piece more horrific than the last. Hayden was my half-sister. Our three-year marriage was a forged document, a cruel play he staged because I was a convenient substitute for the woman he was actually married to the entire time. He wasn't just a liar; he was a monster. He lured me to a hospital under the pretense of care, only to reveal his true plan: to force me into a tissue transplant to save Hayden's life. But as I lay in that hospital bed, a prisoner waiting to be harvested, I recorded a conversation that turned my grief into rage. They hadn't just stolen my husband and my future-they had murdered my mother. They thought I was a victim they could discard. They were about to find out I was the architect of their ruin.”