The Billionaire's Abandoned Wife Her Revenge Rebirth — Novel

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In the gilded cage of the Gilbert family, Alex Simmons has endured seven long years as Ethan Gilbert's wife—an arrangement meant to secure an heir, yet marred by betrayal and heartbreak. With each pregnancy announcement from Ethan’s ever-growing list of mistresses, Alex’s dreams of motherhood slip further away, replaced by a cold, hard reality: she’s been nothing but a pawn in a game she never wanted to play. But as the weight of her despair reaches a breaking point, she finally dares to utter the word “divorce,” igniting a dangerous spark that could change everything.

Ethan scoffs at her declaration, convinced that Alex is merely a trophy wife to be kept in line, her worth measured by her compliance. Yet, behind her calm facade lies a brewing storm of resentment and unfulfilled desires. When a confrontation with Ethan’s latest lover reveals a shocking truth about her barren marriage, Alex must grapple with the depth of her own worth—and the lengths she’s willing to go to reclaim her life.

As the Gilbert family’s 60th birthday banquet approaches, tensions rise, and Alex finds herself at a crossroads. Will she continue to let her past define her, or will she seize this chance to rewrite her destiny? In a world where loyalty is constantly tested, can Alex find the courage to fight back against the man who has taken everything from her?

The Billionaire's Abandoned Wife Her Revenge RebirthChapter 1

Thanks to my IQ of 140, Richard Gilbert hand-picked me himself. He had me sign a contract with one purpose: marry his son, produce an heir. So I became Ethan Gilbert's wife in name.

Seven years of marriage. My belly never showed a thing.

Ethan, on the other hand? In those same seven years, he got eighteen different women pregnant.

Every single day, I watched the nanny carry in abortion notices—stacks of them, thick as snowflakes.

I couldn't take it anymore. I went to find Ethan myself.

"Let's get a divorce."

He looked at me, utterly bored. "What game are you playing now?"

I met his calm, indifferent gaze. This time, I didn't cry. Didn't scream. I just shook my head.

"No game."

After seven years of trying to earn that bride price Richard paid for me, I'd already crushed my own pride into dust.

I once clung to Ethan's leg, sobbing, begging him to stop sleeping around. Begging him to care about me—even just a little.

Every single time, he looked down at me from above and said three words:

"Are you worthy?"

Then walked out the door.

So really—shouldn't I just admit defeat already?

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