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Mr. Billionaire, Your Wife Is Playing You!

Mr. Billionaire, Your Wife Is Playing You!

Author: AylaRen
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Chapter 1 My Husband Was in New York

Word Count: 1061    |    Released on: 03/11/2026

l conference room, long before Pandora c

just eat ramen or hot dogs in front of our laptops. We'd had heated arguments about investors, nea

ays found

band, but as a colleague who once sat with me on an empty

when he fails, and I know the smile he makes when something

s felt clear and predic

*

soon as I hit the

head against mine-a habit of ours for years-and sighed, sounding genuinely annoyed that work was pull

e was blurring the Manhattan skyline into a smear of glowing lights against the glass. Insid

ready fast asleep. She was only six, but her room was already a chaotic map of who she was-space-themed coloring b

of brown hair away from her forehead. "Goo

hree-story apartment s

yes wandered to our wedding photo on the main wall. Zachary looked sharp in his Savile Row suit, hi

urreal that we'd bee

ured almost everything from my parents' inheritance into it as seed money. I was the one who p

long. And I cho

mes that I didn't have to quit. But the moment I saw her, my

at tiny office into a powerhouse in the media industry. Forbes started p

ing for a lost doll, the husband who knew exactly how I liked my tea, and

missed out on a career

ver felt that

fore bed. Old habits die hard, and even after years away from the in

stream was sitting right at the t

eneurs Gala: High Soci

handle events like this regularly. I

camera

ine. "And for those of you wondering who the power p

mera p

tea when the image ch

Tall. Broad-shouldered. He was wearing a dark grey suit that I recognized instantly. On his le

turned s

d. The specific way his shou

s Zac

went r

screen. The face be

chary. My

rs ago, had been standing i

reen, unable to believe the brutal reality thrust before me: the man I called m

t possibly b

e was right at the top. I paused for a few seconds, trying to

, three... an

he

as if he really were in that Chica

hing my husband's arm still wrappe

is it,

ting hard not to scream hy

voice flat as I tried to banish t

for an answer in his hazel eyes

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