Divorcing The Billionaire For My Twin Heirs

quiet, submissive fixture in her bil

ce papers, he just laughed, assuming she was

he was hiding their three-year-old twins in a cramped Qu

s obsessive need for control drove

he children calling her "Mommy," his a

nother man, he trapped her in their

y ripped a strand of hair from her sca

tand why a man who openly flaunted his mistress would go

eep her babies safe, yet an invisi

she had finally bought enough time

dy staring at a text message tha

y DNA resul

r ear, laced with the expensive scent of whiskey and somet

handsome face slightly flushed from the party. Her stomach clenched. The image of Isabelle Beaumont stan

ot up from the vanity stool. The movement was so abrupt it sent a crys

flicker of confusion, then annoya

quiet, but it hung in the air be

s. "Still upset I didn't take you to Isabelle's birthday

ime to cup her cheek, his usual

For the first time in their three years of marriage, the practiced

" she said again

ished, replaced by the cold authority of the CEO

ments calm and deliberate, as if she were closing a deal. She pulled o

te duvet. The sound was soft, but i

meeting his without a trace o

ce Agreement," seemed to burn into his retinas. A beat of stu

wo frame radiating menace. "Chloe, do you have any

ace. The orphan the Sterling family had plucked from obs

ruel whisper. "Without me, without my family's name, where

before, in subtler forms, at dinner parties and

" she said, her gaze unw

t he wanted. "I'm tired of being married

he name. "

knew he couldn't resist. "You can have it all. The title, the money. I'll w

f a bluff-a quiver in her lip, the sheen of unshe

a world where he wasn't in control, where she wasn't a pa

ross his face. He didn't even g

g her with a wave of his hand. "Go to sleep

e conversation, completely underestimating the finality in her v

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