Discarded After Saving the Billionaire
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I caught my husband at the OB-GYN, tenderly accompanying a beautiful woman for her prenatal checkup.
Once, I was a stunning beauty, the center of everyone's attention. But to conceive his child, I pumped myself full of hormones until I became bloated and unrecognizable.
My husband, convinced I was a manipulative schemer, looked at me with nothing but loathing.
"You're just an ugly, calculating freak!" he spat.
Heartbroken and hollow, I signed the divorce papers. I left the child behind and fled the country alone.
Years later, I returned. No longer the "ugly wife," I am now a high-powered CEO worth billions—stunning, radiant, and surrounded by a never-ending line of elite suitors.
Suddenly, my ex-husband is the one begging. He follows me everywhere, eyes red with regret. "Honey, I was wrong. Please, come home with me, okay?"
I look at the man I once worshipped and calmly link arms with one of my many admirers.
"I don't think so, sir. I already have a boyfriend."
Once, I was a stunning beauty, the center of everyone's attention. But to conceive his child, I pumped myself full of hormones until I became bloated and unrecognizable.
My husband, convinced I was a manipulative schemer, looked at me with nothing but loathing.
"You're just an ugly, calculating freak!" he spat.
Heartbroken and hollow, I signed the divorce papers. I left the child behind and fled the country alone.
Years later, I returned. No longer the "ugly wife," I am now a high-powered CEO worth billions—stunning, radiant, and surrounded by a never-ending line of elite suitors.
Suddenly, my ex-husband is the one begging. He follows me everywhere, eyes red with regret. "Honey, I was wrong. Please, come home with me, okay?"
I look at the man I once worshipped and calmly link arms with one of my many admirers.
"I don't think so, sir. I already have a boyfriend."