Transmigrated As The Billionaire's Discarded Wife
"Sign it, Seraphine. Marguerite is waiting."
That was the last thing he said to her before the crash. I know because I read it, word for word, on a train that carried me home for the last time.
I hated that ending. I cried over a stranger's death and fell asleep cursing the man who let her die.
Then I opened my eyes in her bed, with her wedding ring on my finger and her unborn child beneath my palm.
"Welcome, Host," a cold voice whispered. "You have ninety days before the plot claims you."
Ninety days. One husband who has never loved her. One ending that has already been written in blood.
But I know what happens next. I know who smiles at the funeral and who really pulled the strings. And this time, the wife isn't begging.
"I want a divorce, Evander."
His face goes white. Good.
Now he is on his knees in the rain, crying out for the woman he threw away, while she walks away with his heir and no intention of looking back.
He wrote me out of his life. I'm rewriting the ending.
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Chapter: Chapter 10: The Unfit MotherThe message I wanted Constance Ellison to find was a lie, and I wrote it myself.It took Imogen Fisk forty minutes to turn it into something that looked real: a scanned memo on Locke Meridian letterhead, stamped *CONFIDENTIAL*, claiming that Seraphine Locke had located "a second ledger" proving the Halcyon Row transfers. At the bottom, a single line: *Original stored in Safe Deposit Box 114, Meridian Trust Bank, Fifth Branch.*"There is no Box 114," Imogen said, sliding the file onto her tablet."That's the point." I said."And if she sends someone to look?""Then we'll know who she trusts to do her dirty work." I picked up my tea. "Send it to Marguerite's old email. The one the Ellisons share."Rafferty watched from the corner of Vaughn's office, arms folded. "You're baiting a fox with an empty den.""I'm baiting it with a den it's already afraid to find empty."His mouth twitched. "Send it."Imogen hit the key. A little blue bar crawled across the screen and vanished."Delivered," s
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Chapter: Chapter 9: White RosesThe torn ledger went to Rafferty's team before midnight.By morning, Imogen Fisk, his assistant, had taped the shredded pages into something readable. She delivered the result to Vaughn's office in a plain gray folder, with the dry summary of a woman who had never once been surprised."Eleven transfers," she said. "Locke Meridian operating funds to a holding company called Halcyon Row. Eleven months, same amount each time, and every approval signed *D.L.*""Delphine," I said."Delphine. And Halcyon Row's registered agent is an Ellison family attorney."I stared at the page. Two families, one pipe, and my mother's company running through the middle of it like a vein."That's the first thread," Vaughn said. "We pull it carefully.""How carefully?" I asked."The kind where nobody sees the thread move."I nodded then my phone buzzed with a message from an unknown number, and my stomach turned over before I read it.*Seraphine, it's Marguerite. Please. Can we talk? Just us. I'm so sorry. I
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Chapter: Chapter 8: Ask Him Who Pays YouThe car outside the courthouse wasn't Rafferty's.I found that out in the back of a borrowed taxi, forty minutes later, with the burner pressed to my ear and Odley's warning still ringing in my head."It isn't mine," Rafferty said. His voice was flat. "Black sedan, tinted windows, no plates?""Plates. I didn't catch them.""I'll find out. For now, don't go to the apartment. Go to Vaughn's office and stay there.""I can't." I said.A pause. "Explain."I watched the city slide past the window. "The Archive says Graham Pryce meets Evander at Blackwood Global at six. At seven, he shreds a ledger from his own filing cabinet. If I'm not there, whatever's in it disappears.""Seraphine.""I know." I said."You are nine weeks pregnant, with a bounty on your reputation and an unidentified car on your tail.""Which is exactly why I need something no one can claim I forged." I swallowed. "Pryce hid three settlement offers from me. If I can make him say so in front of Evander, the Blackwood lawyer
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Chapter: Chapter 7: Two Petitions, One CourtroomDelphine Locke filed her counter-motion at 8:57 a.m., three minutes early, because she had never once in her life waited for permission.I knew because the system told me while I was brushing my teeth."Counter-Motion filed. Subject: emergency freeze of the Elena Locke Family Trust. Grounds: *the beneficiary's mental instability and unauthorized disappearance.* Hearing scheduled: 2:00 p.m. today."I spat, rinsed, and stared at the lipstick on the mirror. DAY 88. A line of red, a hand-drawn reminder that I was losing a countdown in slow motion.By 9:20, Ms. Odley was in my living room with her coat still buttoned and a legal pad already half covered in her tight, slanted handwriting. A younger man stood beside her in a navy suit, tall and precise, with a leather briefcase held like a shield."Seraphine, this is Idris Vaughn," she said. "Mr. Cole's counsel. He'll be arguing the petition.""Ms. Locke." He shook my hand once, firmly. "I've read your file twice. I have good news and bad ne
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Chapter: Chapter 6: Mara Lowell, Apartment 4CThe hotel was compromised the moment Evander Blackwood found it.I knew that, standing in the lobby at three in the afternoon with Mrs. Hale's suitcase in one hand and Dr. Vance's folder in the other. If a husband who had never looked for me could find me in under a day, so could anyone with a paid driver and a grudge."Points balance," I murmured."Four hundred and twenty," said the system. "Clinic forgery rewrite: two hundred and seventy awarded. Bonus for protecting the fetus: fifty.""Don't call her that." I said. Don't say "fetus” like she's a lab sample."A pause. "Noted, Host. Fetal protection bonus: renamed *Child Protection Bonus.*""Thank you."The blue panel unfolded. I thumbed past the cosmetic options and found the one I wanted. *Safehouse Security Package: 200 points. Includes untraceable lease, alias documentation, reinforced entry, and a ninety-day privacy shield against plot-linked tracking.*"Ninety days," I said. "How convenient.""The plot's calendar is not subtle.
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Chapter: Chapter 5: The HeartbeatThe car Rafferty sent was a plain grey sedan with no logo, no driver in uniform, and a woman in the back seat who introduced herself before I'd even closed the door. "Dr. Nadia Vance. Obstetrics." She held out a hand. "Mr. Cole says you need someone who doesn't gossip." "Do you?" I asked. "I deliver babies for a living. I know where all the bodies are buried, and I've never dug one up." Her smile was small and dry. "Seatbelt, Ms. Locke. We're going to take the long way round." We did. Forty minutes of side streets, two U-turns, and a parking garage where we switched cars without anyone speaking. Dr. Vance watched the mirrors the whole time. "You're careful," I said. "I was told there might be a tail." "There was?" I asked. "There was." She glanced at me. "He's gone now." *He.* I thought of the black car outside the Blackwood gates and the thought that had followed me through the dark. I didn't ask. "Scheduled event," the system said in my ear, unusually quiet. "Greenwich Wom
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