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Betrayed By My Husband, I Married His Billionaire Uncle 118
AUTHOR’S POVMerrick let out a heavy sigh, loosening the black bowtie around his neck. "We did what we needed to do tonight, Karla. We showed our faces. We proved to the media and the authorities that we are a stable family. The optics were perfect.""The optics were humiliating!" she screamed, the volume tearing through the quiet house. She pointed a trembling finger toward the city they had just left. "Did you see the way the other women looked at me? Women who used to beg for an invitation to my parties. Women who used to kiss the ground I walked on. They looked at me like I was a piece of dirt on their shoes. They whispered about the FBI investigation behind their hands. They treated me like a criminal!""We are criminals," Merrick reminded her, his voice dropping into a harsh, exhausted register. "We stole corporate shares. We funded a mercenary strike. The only reason we are standing in this living room instead of a federal holding cell is because Anika felt pity for your son."
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AUTHOR’S POV"I cannot thank you enough for this, Anika. You gave us our lives back, and I will spend the rest of mine proving that your mercy was not wasted."Merrick was standing near the edge of the grand ballroom, his voice tight with a desperate, eager energy. The annual pediatric research fundraiser had transformed the historic Manhattan hotel into a glittering spectacle of wealth. Crystal chandeliers cast a warm, golden glow over the expensive silk gowns and tailored tuxedos of the New York elite. Waiters in crisp white shirts navigated the crowded floor, carrying silver trays of champagne and delicate appetizers.Despite the lively atmosphere surrounding them, a heavy, invisible barrier separated Merrick from his former wife.Anika stood near a towering ice sculpture, wearing a sleek, midnight-blue evening gown that draped beautifully over her frame. She held a crystal glass of sparkling water, her posture straight and commanding. She did not flinch or back away when Merrick a
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AUTHOR’S POVThe notification chimed from the encrypted laptop sitting on the rented mahogany desk. Merrick stared at the screen, his bloodshot eyes tracing the digital receipt twice to ensure his exhausted mind was not playing a cruel trick on him. A wire transfer had just cleared the international holds. Years ago, during a brief venture in the Boston commercial real estate market, he had invested a modest sum into a holding company. The property had finally liquidated. The amount was a fraction of the Sterling empire’s daily revenue, but to a man backed into a corner by the federal government, the three million dollars felt like a lifeline thrown into a raging sea.A heavy, shuddering breath escaped his chest. The suffocating weight on his shoulders lifted just a fraction. They had capital. They had the means to stall the federal prosecutors, hire a public relations firm, and spin the narrative before the grand jury handed down their indictments.Walking into the master bedroom, h
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ANIKAHot tears welled up in my eyes, spilling over my eyelashes to track down my cheeks. The heavy, suffocating knot in my chest finally loosened, allowing me to pull in a full, deep breath of air for the first time in twenty-four hours."Thank you," I whispered, reaching into my purse for a tissue. "That helps more than you know."We spent the remaining thirty minutes discussing grounding techniques and managing the stress of my pregnancy. When the session finally concluded, I felt lighter, grounded, and fiercely determined.Stepping back out into the winter sunlight, the freezing air felt refreshing against my heated skin. Walking toward my parked sedan, a new, sharp clarity settled over my thoughts. I knew exactly what I had to do. I had to drive back to the penthouse and discuss this situation with Icelyn. I had to tell him the truth about Merrick breaking into the corporate headquarters, and we had to decide, together, how to handle the children involved.Opening the driver's si
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ANIKAThe digital clock resting on the mahogany nightstand read three in the morning, the green numbers glowing harshly in the dark bedroom. Shadows stretched across the high ceiling, shifting and dancing as the bitter winter wind rattled the reinforced windowpanes of the penthouse. Sleep remained a distant, impossible concept. I lay flat on my back, staring upward, while the chaotic events of the previous morning played on a relentless, torturous loop behind my eyes.I saw Merrick kneeling on the carpet of my private office. I saw the dark, ugly bruises staining his jawline and the sheer, pathetic desperation shining in his bloodshot eyes. I had spent years viewing my ex-husband as a towering, untouchable monster who orchestrated my downfall with cruel precision. Seeing him reduced to a weeping shell of a man should have brought me a profound sense of peace. It should have felt like the ultimate victory.Instead, it felt like swallowing broken glass.Next to me, Icelyn slept deeply.
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ANIKABut, almost instantly, the memory of the freezing water filling my lungs rushed back. The memory of the hitman firing a rifle at my husband on the tarmac erased the pity. Thinking of everything they did to me made me so angry and pissed that my vision blurred. They chose this path. They had to walk it.Hours later, the winter sun dipped below the city skyline, casting long shadows across the streets.I arrived back at the penthouse just after six o'clock. The warm, pristine environment of our home offered a stark contrast to the emotional warfare of the morning. Walking into the living room, I found Icelyn sitting on the velvet sofa, reviewing a digital contract on his tablet. He wore dark sweatpants and a fitted black t-shirt, looking relaxed and comfortable.The moment I stepped into the room, his sharp eyes flicked upward.Icelyn possessed an uncanny ability to read my shifting moods. The small tension around my mouth, the rigid set of my shoulders, and the exhausted look in
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