The Billionaire’s Abandoned Wife Is Back

Elena’s POVI crumpled onto the floor, heartbroken by Lucian’s painful words and his cruel distrust. Not to mention Lydia’s betrayal.Drawing my knees into my chest, the tears flowed from my eyes as I choked back sobs.I’ve loved Lucian for so long. Our marriage couldn’t end like this. It just couldn’t.Our marriage hadn’t started with love. Lucian’s grandmother had been my benefactor.I was an orphan, and she’d stepped in to fund my education.Once I’d finished school, she insisted that Lucian marry me.Lucian had resisted at first, but He had no choice but to compromise with his grandmother. Which suited me just fine, since I’d always had a crush on Lucian.It was a secret, intense crush, one that I kept close to my heart. Lucian didn’t reciprocate my feelings.Not at first. But I believe that I could win him over.Lucian had been cold and distant at first. But over the past few months, something had shifted.And now we were having a baby. Wiping away the tears from my cheeks, I st

Elena’s POVWhen I regained consciousness, I found myself lying in a shabby hospital room. Glancing around, I felt a flurry of panic in my chest, but I was still groggy from the anesthetic.My uterus was throbbing with a dull, steady ache. At first, I didn’t understand why. But then the scene right before I went under came back to me in bits and pieces.The throbbing in my uterus was residual pain, I realized with a heavy heart.From the abortion.Biting my lip, tears sprung to my eyes. Lucian’s signature on the medical consent form flashed through my mind. He had orchestrated the whole thing. But why? Why would he go to such great lengths to cause me so much pain?Just then, the door opened. With my sight still foggy, I squinted. Whoever it was just stood there, one hand on her hip.Moments later, my vision sharpened and I realized that it was Lydia.“Did you have a nice nap, Sleeping Beauty?” Lydia said, her voice mocking.“How could you do this to me?” I asked, struggling to sit up

Elena’s POVBefore my eyes fluttered open, I felt a deep, throbbing ache all over my body. At first, I was confused.The last thing I remembered was a figure emerging, his arm over his face, his eyes searching through the flames.I couldn't see his face clearly, but a name echoed in my mind.Lucian? Is it him?But how could it be possible? After all the things he had done to me, why would he ever come back to save me?A wave of intense self-loathing washed over me. I hated myself for still dreaming about him. He had chosen Lydia.He had abandoned me and our unborn baby.I forced my eyes open. I realized I was in an unfamiliar room. Carefully wrapped bandages covered my body.My vision was a blur, but I could make out a man sitting by my bed. My heart hammered."Lucian... how could you...""You woke up sooner than I thought you would."The voice was cold, sharp, and entirely wrong. It wasn't Lucian’s.I was surprised to see a man I didn’t know sitting on an over-sized chair in the corn

Elena’s POVA murmur burst through the crowd, sharp and electric. I heard it and smiled to myself. My declaration was arrogant, and I knew it. But I didn’t care. I wanted to make it perfectly clear to everyone what my intentions were. The scent of expensive perfume and aged whiskey hung in the air, thick and indulgent, as all eyes locked onto me.“She plans on taking down the Wentworth family?” I heard a woman whisper as I descended the stairs from the stage, my heels clicking rhythmically against polished marble. “But they’re a century-old family. A behemoth in the industry.”I lifted my chin, letting the whispers wash over me. Silk gowns rustled as guests leaned toward one another. People thought I must be joking. Who would possibly be so brazen as to publicly declare a hostile take-down of one of the city’s most prominent families?Lucian’s eyes tracked me as I walked across the room. They were darker than usual tonight, almost black beneath the chandelier light. People parted fo

Elena’s POVLucian held my eyes with his hard glare. His arm was still wrapped around Lydia, as though he was shielding her from me. His expression was cold and unreadable.All around us, the conversations had lowered to a murmur.“She deserved it,” I said flippantly, brushing a loose strand of hair over my shoulder. My palm still tingled faintly from the slap; I liked the tingle.“People who spread vicious lies and rumors should be put in their place. And this is just the beginning. If that wife of yours insists on acting cheap, well, I have cheap ways to stop her. You too, if you get in the way.”Lucian’s jaw tightened. Lydia leaned into him, her fingers gripping his jacket as if she might collapse without his support.During our marriage, I’d been a weak coward. I’d never stood up to him, never asked for anything I wanted. I was apologetic, living in his shadow, terrified to disappoint him.I wasn’t that woman anymore.I was strong now. Brave. Bold and impetuous.And I refused to b