The Divorced Wife And Her Billionaire

As Aurora lay dying of organ failure in the freezing ICU, she used her last ounce of strength to call her husband on their son's fifth birthday.

Instead of his voice, she heard the pop of champagne and the sweet laugh of his mistress, Jessica.

Conrad snatched the phone, impatiently ordering Aurora not to "ruin the mood" with her irrelevant calls.

But what truly pushed her into cardiac arrest was her five-year-old son's excited voice ringing through the speakerphone.

"I wish for Auntie Jessica to be my new mommy!"

"As long as you like it, Daddy will give you anything," Conrad promised without a second of hesitation.

Aurora gagged on her own blood and flatlined, the heart monitor erupting into a piercing red alarm.

She had swallowed her pride and wasted five years playing the perfect, submissive housewife, only to be thrown away like garbage by the two people she loved most.

She couldn't understand why her absolute devotion ended with her dying completely alone on a sterile mattress.

But she didn't die. Snatched from the jaws of death by a mysterious billionaire from her past, she woke up in a luxury suite, fully healed.

Looking at her pale, cold reflection in the window, the pathetic old Aurora died.

She packed her battered suitcase, signed a brutal postnuptial agreement waiving every single cent of her husband's wealth, and dropped the divorce papers on the table.

This time, she was leaving for good.