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The Billionaire's Revengeful Wife Abandoned Chapel
EZRA'S POV~I sat at the head of the sleek, glass conference table, the afternoon light cutting harsh lines across the polished surface. Around me, suits whispered their carefully rehearsed arguments. The stakes were high—today was supposed to be the day I finally cornered Damien, the final move in buying out his shares and squeezing the life out of his hold on the company.My mind, though, was somewhere else. Restless. Fractured.The CFO droned on about numbers and percentages, but my thoughts kept drifting to Rosalie. The memory of her last lie gnawed at me, twisting in my gut like a knife. She didn’t lose the baby, she said, but I saw it in her eyes—the truth buried deep behind that fragile smile. She wasn’t ready to tell me yet. I had promised myself I wouldn’t push—at least, not until I found the right moment.I wanted to be patient. I wanted to wait. But every time I saw her, every time she looked at me with that same quiet weight behind her gaze, I felt the walls closing in."E
The Billionaire's Revengeful Wife Obsessive Idiot
EZRA'S POV~The sky outside was the color of old bruises—deep purple, navy, black. Rain drizzled against the glass walls of my penthouse like a lullaby I couldn’t sleep to. The city below was a mess of headlights and noise, but in here, everything was quiet.Too quiet.The clink of the spoon against porcelain felt too loud as I stirred the soup for the second time. She hadn’t eaten. Barely spoken. Just curled into the far end of the sectional couch like a ghost wearing Rosalie’s skin.Three days ago, she stood in court beside me, chin high, voice clear, holding my hand like it was her lifeline.Now?Now she looked like she might shatter if I touched her too hard.Funny. A week ago, I wouldn’t have cared this much. I would’ve kept my distance. Kept things business-like.But then she kissed me like she meant it.Then she pulled me into her bed and ruined my self-control with a single whispered "stay."Now she was in my home. In my clothes. In my bloodstream.“Rosalie,” I said quietly, a
The Billionaire's Revengeful Wife The schemes
DAMIEN'S POV~I stared at her, the words hitting me like a blow to the gut. Pregnant. My mind fractured for a split second—pregnant. With my child. The room felt colder, the air heavier, as if everything else had faded away and all I could see was the weight of that truth pressing down on me.Her eyes searched mine, wide and trembling, like she was begging for something. Forgiveness? Mercy? I didn’t know. Didn’t care. What I felt was something far darker—rage bubbling just beneath my skin, threatening to snap loose.“You’re pregnant,” I said slowly, tasting the words. “You think that gives you power? That you can hold this over me?”She swallowed hard. “I’m not trying to hold anything over you, Damien. I just... I need you to understand what this means. For me, for the baby.”I laughed, but it was hollow, a sound with sharp edges. “Understand? I understand perfectly. This changes everything—except it won’t change me. You’re still nothing but a pawn, Chloe.”She flinched at the venom i
The Billionaire's Revengeful Wife I'm Pregnant
DAMIEN'S POV~I don't remember walking back to my car.One second I was standing there, seething like a fucking madman, watching Ezra press his lips into my wife’s hair like she belonged to him, and the next—I was gripping the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles had gone white. The leather creaked under my grip, and I could hear the faint ringing in my ears from how hard my heart was pounding.Her face. Her fucking face when she looked at me like I was filth. Like I was the mistake.It was the way she clung to him that burned the deepest. Like he was her anchor. Like he was her safety.And all I could think was—That should be me.My jaw clenched as I tried to breathe through the rage, but it was crawling under my skin, blistering. My vision pulsed with it."She doesn’t get to do this," I muttered, staring out the windshield though I didn’t even register what was in front of me. "She doesn’t get to walk away from me and parade herself in front of the whole goddamn court like some sai
The Billionaire's Revengeful Wife Court hearing
ROSALIE'S POV~I stared at my reflection for what felt like hours.The silk robe clung to my body, half draped and wrinkled from the restless night I had. My eyes were hollow, rimmed in the dull grey smudges of fatigue.Today was the day.I dragged a hand through my tangled hair, exhaling as I turned to the outfit Isla had hung on the hook. A black pencil dress, sharp at the shoulders, seamless in its cut. It was power stitched into fabric. I needed it."You sure you don't want me to come with you?" Isla's voice drifted in from outside the bedroom door."No," I called back, forcing steel into my tone. "I’ll meet you at the office. Just make sure everything’s in order. I want all files locked down. Not a single crack for Damien’s people to crawl through."There was a pause, then the sound of retreating footsteps.My fingers trembled as I applied the final touch of mascara. I hated that. I hated how he still made me feel this...shaky. Like a girl lost in her own story. But no, not today
The Billionaire's Revengeful Wife Let it out, baby
ROSALIE'S POV ~I didn’t go home.I couldn’t.The day had folded into dusk, and dusk had bled into night. The office was dead silent, save for the faint hum of the central AC and the low tick-tock of the antique clock on the wall. Everything else had slowed—except my thoughts. They raced like they were being chased, like something inside me was about to implode.I sat there, still as stone, behind my desk. The chair had lost its comfort hours ago. My phone lay next to my hand, the screen dim, blank, cold. Not a single call. Not a text. Nothing from Ezra.Not even a missed call.My nails drummed against the polished wood table. I had pulled my blazer off hours ago, tossed it to the side like I had done with my peace of mind. My heels had come off sometime after sunset, and now I sat barefooted beneath the heavy glass desk, staring at the black screen of my monitor. But really, I wasn’t looking at anything. I was just... there. Waiting. For something. For someone. For anything to make t
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