When my husband’s mistress became pregnant with twins, his family paid me $2 billion to walk away. I signed the divorce papers and fled overseas without a word. But just as I was planning my new wedding, the test results arrived, and the truth changed everything..
Part 1: The Transaction
The end of my marriage wasn’t a fight; it was a cold business transaction in a sunlit Manhattan boardroom. When Richard’s mistress conceived twins, his mother slid a check for two billion dollars across the mahogany table—the calculated price of my immediate disappearance. I didn’t argue or cry; I signed the papers, took the payout, and boarded a one-way flight to Europe before the ink was dry. I bought my freedom, leaving the Lawson empire to their “heirs” while I vanished into the silence of anonymity.
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