The Billionaire's Ex Wife Revenge

bed her forehead, trying to stay calm, but the disappointment was clear on her face. She stood

," Mr. Simon said, his voice st

"I can't believe you, Dad. How could you make such a big decision without ev

gaze. "Listen, Sarah," he started, his vo

crossed tightly over her chest, and she looked away, her anger growin

ed with authority. "You will agree to this marriage, whether you like it or not!" He stomped his f

e stood. "This can't be real. I thought you cared about

ening before he spoke again. "I do care, Sarah

s sacrificing your own daughter's dreams?" she asked, her tone laced with a mixture of hurt and an

ls and storming out of the house. Her footsteps echoed lo

out, rushing after her. "Where

r's car, slammed the door, and revved the engine. Without a second thought, she sped out of the

, desperate to find some space to think and cool down. Her grip on the steering wheel was tight, her

e. The impact was deafening, a violent collision that sent her car somersau

ding. Her neck was twisted painfully, and every movement sent waves of agony through her. Within minutes, the wail of siren

s blank, almost resigned, as he prepared for the wedding he didn't want. Yet, he knew it wasn't about w

r, as he entered the room. He smiled proudly at his son, his o

ened his tie, glancing at his father through the mirror. The white su

firm hand on his son's shoulder. His voice was low but filled with authority. "It will st

aid with a small, hollo

mayor frowned and stepped back, fishing his phone from his pocket. He gl

r. Philips said, smiling as he showed An

s voice trembling as though the words

ing in confusion. "And what kind of problem are we talkin

had an accident," Mr. Simon replied,

lding with each second. "Listen, Mr. Simon, this wedding has to happen! I've invited some of the most po

m I supposed to fix this?" Mr. Simon asked, his

don't care what you have to do-even if it means taking the wedding to the hosp