Discarded Wife Is A Hidden Billionaire Heiress

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ton dress. Her gaze fell to the center of the table, to the bi

htness coiled

. She never wore expensive clothes. Her husband, A

ed through the silence. Her heart leaped into her throat. S

re a bespoke suit that probably cost more than her enti

ndsome face remained a mask of indifference. He loosened his ti

oice timid. "Atticus, you're home. Ha

oug

His gaze landed on the cake, a flicker

t like it had turned to ice. Cayla Weaver, Atticus's mistr

e injured her leg saving me three years ago. Lost her dream of bein

ut me?" she whispered. "We've b

st joke he'd ever heard. "If it weren't for the despicable m

l from the Rust Belt, should be grateful you got to marry into the St

inger at the cake, a last, desperate plea. "But it's

He walked over, picked it up, and without a moment's hes

the bin's edge, a grotesque mess

at. She lunged forward, trying t

filthy hands!" he snarle

ught completely off guard, stumb

the sharp marble corne

n from the back of her skull as darkness bloomed behind her

a tidal wave-a luxury yacht, the warm smiles of her parents, water

her PTSD and selective amnesia. A psychologist had implanted

act was the key that unlocked

ry. She simply lifted her head, and the way s

of adoration were now filled with nothi

miliar gaze, frowned. "What n

oke with absolute certainty: I am Adah Beaumont, t

ad humiliated her for three

as been toyed with and manipulated like a puppet? And she wasted three full years on someone like that, e

he brushed the dust from her dr

," she said. "Let