He Smirked While Signing the Divorce Papers—Not Knowing His Wife Was the Heiress

I saw everything I’d spent three years refusing to see: contempt, impatience, and the cold satisfaction of a man who believed he’d finally freed himself from a burden.

“You were just a stepping stone, Natalie,” he said, wiping his hands on a napkin as if my proximity had contaminated him. “I need a queen, not a servant who smells like French fries.”

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