Discarded Wife's Billionaire Revenge Unleashed

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ed my life into three leather-bound boxes. Every object was a memory, a testament t

hat was inside. A simple silver locket, shaped like a heart. It was the first gift he' d ever given me, on our one-ye

a "business necessity," a gift to maintain a good relationship with the Pitts family. The locket suddenly fe

uth was all

h a soft, unsatisfying thud. A part of me, the old Harper, recoiled. But the new Harper, t

ames again

doorframe, arms crossed, a smug, infuriatingly handsome smirk on his face. He look

looking at him, focusing on fold

empty house? Who's going to pay your bills? You haven't wo

. I had given up my scholarship, my career, my entire future in architecture, all for him.

ed, the words escaping b

d walked toward me, his presence filling the room, sucking all the

believe me," he whispered, h

lf smaller to appease him. But then I looked into his cold, gray eyes, and I saw nothing

sharp, so absolute, it burned away

y," I said, my vo

t gleam in her eyes. She draped herself over his arm, her red-pai

finally gone, we should have all of this redecorated. Maybe just burn ev

at her, a genuine, warm smile that he hadn't

to me, filled with contempt. "She'll run out of money in a w

sn't a quick peck. It was a slow, deliberate performance of passion, meant to gut

tone in my chest. I felt like a ghost in my own h

ed up a framed photo from my bedside table-a picture of me fro

aid with a malicious grin, and

the edges of the photograph, curling the

clothes, the few sentimental items I had left from my parents. Adler wat

begged, the ice arou

t me, his expres

ved chest my father had made for me before he died. It held all his letter

lunging for it.

ew away his precious locket yourself, remember? Why care abo

ed, tears streaming down m

te for that,

but firm. It was the first time he had intervened. Fo

eyes soft with concern. "Be careful

protecting me or my father's m

oldened, dro

ing the searing pain, and snatched the box from the fire. The wood was

the box to my chest, my

He pulled Juliana back, checking her over for an

my hands, which were already b

n I had given up everything for. He was looking at me now, but there was no pity i

is what happens when you're disobedient

all to my knees and beg for h

illing my nostrils, I felt a strange sense of peace. He had taken every

t

hing new was being born. An

rough then, a single, powerful se

. The five-year window is clos

ile spreading across my face, a

r this. I would

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