Ditched Wife And Heiress: Rise From Despair Mga Nobela at Kwento

Later, when I packed my bags and set out to live and travel abroad, she found out and followed along, leaving me both amused and helpless. In the end, we naturally ended up together. The next time I heard news of Claire, it was of her death. It turned out that after she left that day, she spiraled into despair and blamed everything on Justin. To punish him, she hired lawyers and sued him, demanding he return all the property she had ever given him. She even used her connections to make sure he couldn't find a job, leaving him to wander the streets. In the end, unable to endure it any longer, Justin lay in wait outside her company and ended her life with a single knife.

“Our marriage was only for my benefit. You don’t have the right to question my movements. I have the right to do anything with anyone I want. You can’t stop me!” He sneered. “I don’t love you, Alexa. Gia is the one I’ve always loved even before I married you. So, please, get out!” His words left me speechless. It all made sense now– the late nights, the long night phone calls and why Justin never returned home during weekends. He had a mistress. He had been cheating on me with her… With Gia Michaels, the rumored heiress of the S&B Empire– one of the richest family in Sarto.

He didn't look homeless, and one can tell from one glance that he is well-read. The truth is I was not finding any of his questions funny as I felt miserable and pained from all the embarrassment I had earlier encountered. I pulled down my shirt for him to see out of annoyance. “Here it is sir, it is a fucking birthmark and I hate it, I will gladly give you if you want it," I said in frustration. “I'm so sorry to bother you my lady, but I happen to come from London, and this mark of yours is a mark that is mostly associated with the royal family, I think if that mark is real, that you may be a princess,” he said, looking surprised at his own words.

My heiress wife, Elise Shore, recently fell into a deep funk. Even the best food and the most fun plans couldn't get a rise out of her. Her best friend invited her to go shopping, but she refused even that. Another suggestion was to go on a trip abroad, but she still wouldn't go. As the only daughter of Shore Group's chairman, Elise had always been the apple of everyone's eye. She'd never been like this before. After digging around, I found out from people in her social circle that her childhood sweetheart had publicly announced his engagement to someone else. That was why she was acting like this.

I imagined the humiliation that was burned through him when Nicholas ordered him to leave. I let out a bitter laugh and whispered to myself, "Serves him right." Patrick had thrown my love into the mud, treated me like a doormat, made me feel worthless, discarded me for another woman only to learn that I had already been someone out of his league. But I wasn't done yet. No. This was just the beginning. "Patrick" I muttered. Looking at my reflection on the Vanity mirror, " I will make sure you have nothing to fall back on." The mere thought of it sent a dark thrill through me. I was no longer Giselle Hilton the pitiful wife who had spent her days trying to please a man who never saw her. I was

Her skin was still warm, but the violent shivering had stopped. Yesterday, she was just a waitress at a high-society gala—a background figure the elite crowd looked right through. But the moment Davis Vance pushed her to the ground, the moment that spoiled heiress shattered glass over her head, something in me had snapped. I had known about Davis Vance. I knew about his rapid rise in the tech industry, his pristine reputation, and his impending merger with the wealthy corporate lines of the city. What I didn't know was that his entire empire was built on the broken back of a woman who had given him everything.

Detroit~ That name tasted like ash in her mouth. She pressed forward quickly, afraid his silence would harden into dismissal. “I won’t say anything about her. I won’t interfere. If you want her, have her. Bring her into our marriage as your concubine, your mistress. I won’t object.” Her voice wavered. “I’ll even accept her with grace. I just… I just need my place as your wife.” Her words hung in the air, absurd even to her own ears. A Harrington heiress, offering to share her man. A humiliation unthinkable in their world. Yet here she was, bleeding her pride out at his feet.

Was there anything more miserable than being a wife who didn't know where her husband was, who he was with, or what he was doing? Thinking back, wasn't his first wife the same? Now Alice finally understood how it felt. But she didn't have to be worried. Life was always like this. Those with the ability and tactics would succeed, whether in their career or marriage. And Mrs. Sandra Desmond didn't need her approval either. Due to their divorce, she had practically drained Mr. Peter Desmond's assets, leaving Alice with nothing as someone who came later. She married into a prestigious family but was looked down upon by her husband's family. So many people were waiting to see her become a joke!

“Oh?” Rhiannon asked as she raised her eyebrows and seemed unaffected by those words. “Why do you look so unconcerned?” Yadira frowned as she couldn’t understand what her sister was thinking. “Why should I look as if I am so bothered or stressed out about that? If he accepts that woman even after knowing that her mother was an imposter, he isn’t worth being my husband. What I will do after everything is over is to divorce him. Right now, I will just stay alert as I look at what he and his family would do concerning this Cecily Sanders,” Rhiannon said lazily but there was an evil glint in her eyes.