My Ex-Husband's Billion-Dollar Regret

Chapter 3

Word Count: 661 | Released on: 05/11/2025

Owen

sive real estate project on the south ba

ke way for a gleaming new development. But one property, a single, ivy-cover

anor w

ous allies and circling vultures. I was a child, passed between relatives who saw me as a meal ticket. By the time I turned ei

itable. I left it for the strays, a quiet sanc

y parked outside when their men showed up with a co

made Liam Hewitt an

then threatening. They trespassed, va

mily wouldn't accept our relationship. He wasn't a named partner in the Hewitt Corporation. Liam controlled everything. I k

Liam's car. I threw paint on his men. I became a tho

finally worked, that Liam had agreed to pause the project. He promised that once we

ar. To build his career, he

n't about his career. It was about

so eagerly invited me to move in with her. Her parents' two-bed

through the fog of my

t, walks around, and opens my door. He glances at the two in the back, his exp

d, angry look before pulling a

unbuckle my seatbelt, he doesn't hesitate. In o

dden weightlessness makes me instinc

his voice a raw shout. His shock and anger

down the fabric of my dress. A slow, calm smile s

ne steps toward the front door, c

and cold, pierces throug

shing my ear as he speaks, his voice

n playing

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My Ex-Husband's Billion-Dollar Regret

Marvella Mafia

“The last thing I remember is my fiancé, Cayden, toasting to our future. The first thing I hear when I wake up in a hospital is him telling the city's most feared Don to pretend to be my fiancé instead. A doctor says I have severe neurological damage. Amnesia. Then, my best friend, Vivian-the girl I considered a sister-walks in. Her hand is linked through Cayden's arm, her head resting on his shoulder. They look like a perfect, loving couple. I hear Cayden's frantic voice in the hallway, not even bothering to whisper. "Please, Liam," he begs the Don, Liam Hewitt. "Just do me this one favor. I need a break from all her marriage talk." Then his voice turns slick with temptation. "As her 'fiancé,' you can finally get her to sign the demolition agreement for the Owen manor. She'll do anything you ask." My heart turns to a pile of cold, dead ash. The man I loved and the woman I trusted didn't just betray me. They tried to erase me. When they all step back into my room, I steady myself. I look past Cayden, past Vivian, and fix my eyes on the most dangerous man in the city. A faint smile touches my lips. "Only you feel familiar," I say to Liam Hewitt, my voice a soft, broken thing. "Fiancé," I say, the word tasting like poison and opportunity. "I'm sorry, I seem to have forgotten your name. Take me home."”