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In the sweltering summer of July, Leine City was like a humid oven. However, Charlotte Lyn found herself shaking with cold as she stood outside her husband's study room, fiercely gripping her pregnant belly as her breathing hitched.

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My &quot;perfect&quot; billionaire husband actually asked me to save the woman with whom he was having an affair, even though it means I have to give up our child in my womb. <br /> ------------------------------<br /> ##1.Chapter 1 Zachary&#039;s Choice<br /> In the sweltering summer of July, Leine City was like a humid oven. However, Charlotte Lyn found herself shaking with cold as she stood outside her husband&#039;s study room, fiercely gripping her pregnant belly as her breathing hitched.<br /> Inside, her husband, Zachary Sullivan, was having a tense conversation. &quot;Why did her situation become so critical out of the blue?&quot; he asked with a palpable restlessness, nervously smoking his cigarette. &quot;How many more blood transfusions does she need?&quot;<br /> &quot;Three times more,&quot; replied Dr. Justin Miller, his voice laced with regret. &quot;But giving her more of Charlotte&#039;s blood isn&#039;t the answer. A bone marrow transplant is the only way.&quot; Taking a pause, he continued, &quot;The tricky bit is, the operation could put your unborn baby&#039;s life at risk. If your child survives the procedure, the medication could potentially cause physical or mental handicaps. It could even harm Charlotte&#039;s life. I suggest you think it through.&quot;<br /> Silence fell over the room. Peering through the slightly opened door, Charlotte observed the man inside. Zachary seemed distant, deep in thought as he put out his cigarette in the ashtray. After a moment&#039;s hesitation, he pierced the silence. &quot;Stop the pregnancy. Let&#039;s get the surgery scheduled ASAP.&quot;<br /> His words cut the silence like a dagger of ice, causing Charlotte to shiver uncontrollably. She was too shocked to hear anything else they said. She retreated to her room, locking herself away from the world outside and heading straight into the bathroom.<br /> In the mirror, Charlotte noticed the multiple needle Marys and bruises on her back. She realized they were caused by rough treatment after her blood was extracted. Fear and shock washed over her, and she broke down.<br /> Zachary was always there, helping her shower ever since she had become pregnant. But having seen the mirror today, she felt betrayed.<br /> Charlotte reflected on Zachary&#039;s unusual manners. Her heart ached as she thought, &#039;Every sweet gesture... they were all lies! No wonder I&#039;ve been feeling drained recently, spending hours in deep sleep. He was scheming, stealing my blood while I was asleep! His love, his proposal... They were all fake. He just wants my blood. He wants to destroy me!&#039;<br /> Charlotte protectively cradled her belly, gently stroking it. Her baby was due soon, and she promised she would protect it, no matter what.<br /> <br /> ---<br /> In the evening, Zachary and Charlotte sat at the dinner table. Despite the intensity of his earlier discussion, Zachary seemed distant but somewhat softer. He served Charlotte some soup, mumbling, &quot;Have this soup. It&#039;s good for your health.&quot;<br /> Since they were married, Zachary had always been the one giving orders, with Charlotte yielding quietly. But today, the unusual gentleness in Zachary&#039;s actions felt unsettling, considering what she knew.<br /> &quot;He was ready to trade our baby&#039;s life,&quot; Charlotte mulled over in her head. The realization hit her hard, causing her to jerk up from the chair, knocking over the soup bowl. The crashing sound echoed in the room, mirroring their fragmented relationship. Zachary&#039;s clothes got drenched in the soup.<br /> Surprise flickered across Zachary&#039;s face, followed by a flash of anger. But he quickly composed himself, feigning concern. Brushing a hand over Charlotte&#039;s forehead, he asked, &quot;Are you okay? Should we call Justin?&quot;<br /> &quot;So he can take more of my blood?&quot; Charlotte challenged, looking straight into Zachary&#039;s eyes. An awkward silence filled the room.<br /> In response to her defiance, Zachary&#039;s demeanor changed instantly. Seizing her collar, he brought her close, his voice low and threatening. &quot;You know my plans, don&#039;t you? Then you should know that you have no option but to comply.&quot;<br /> His words revealed the harsh reality. Zachary was the fearsome CEO of the Sullivan Group, one nobody dared to cross.<br /> Tears welled up in Charlotte&#039;s eyes as she met Zachary&#039;s icy gaze. His hand around her neck made it difficult for her to breathe, the usual smooth face of Zachary now ruthless and indifferent. He let go of her and coolly added, &quot;Since you&#039;re aware, just tell me your price.&quot;<br /> Leaving Charlotte crumbled against the wall, Zachary indifferently turned away. In her desolate state, a pressing question haunted her: &#039;Was our marriage ever real?&#039;<br /> &quot;Tell me, who is she?&quot; Charlotte asked, trying to understand the woman he was sacrificing her and their baby for.<br /> Zachary paused but didn&#039;t respond. Instead, he announced, &quot;The surgery is in three days. Make a smart decision by then.&quot; His message was clear: Charlotte had no choice. With that, he walked away, leaving Charlotte alone, wrecked on the cold, hard floor.<br /> <br /> <br /> ##2.Chapter 2 The Faceoff Between Zachary And Charlotte<br /> Packing up her stuff, Charlotte was ready to leave behind the lavish room she had called home for the last couple of years. The room, a symbol of pure luxury, meticulously maintained and outfitted by Zachary, was now a painful reminder of the shocking truth she had uncovered.<br /> Startled by the sight of a pregnant Charlotte wrestling with her suitcase, the housekeeper, Cora Watson, hurried to her side with a worried look on her face. &quot;Mrs. Sullivan, this is not something you should be doing. You&#039;re in the late stages of your pregnancy, you need to be careful. Mr. Sullivan would be worried about the baby!&quot;<br /> Surveying the empty first floor, a sense of bitterness churned within Charlotte. &#039;Oh yes, Zachary is concerned about our unborn child, so much so that he&#039;s ready to trade its life,&#039; she thought sarcastically, blinking back her tears. Managing to clear her throat, she replied with a husky voice, &quot;Tell Zachary that I&#039;ve drafted the divorce papers and sent them over email. Also, I won&#039;t be having the surgery.&quot;<br /> With that, she trudged past Cora, dragging the suitcase behind her, and stepping out. The oppressive heat had given way to a raging storm that made her shiver in the cold. As she stood drenched in front of the mansion, she looked up at the sky, gathering the strength to continue. Without taking one last look at what was once her home, she began her journey.<br /> <br /> ---<br /> Suddenly, a car splashed to a halt, throwing a shower of water from a puddle onto Charlotte. Stepping out of it was Jeff Cooper, one of Zachary&#039;s assistants. He walked towards Charlotte and respectfully acknowledged, &quot;Mrs. Sullivan.&quot;<br /> Charlotte walked right past him, dismissing his presence. Jeff however, stopped her in her tracks. &quot;Mr. Sullivan has instructed me to escort you to the hospital,&quot; he announced, gently relieving her of the suitcase and opening the car door.<br /> It was Zachary&#039;s car, a low-key black limo worth millions. While countless women vied for an opportunity to ride this ride, to Charlotte, it felt more like a funeral car, riding her towards inescapable doom.<br /> &quot;I&#039;m not going,&quot; she declared. But Jeff curtly replied, &quot;There&#039;s been an issue at the hospital. They&#039;ve had to move the procedure up. Mr. Sullivan wants me to get you there ASAP. Mrs. Sullivan, please understand I&#039;m just following orders.&quot;<br /> While he sounded professional, his words were implying a hidden threat. Charlotte gave a bitter smile. She knew that in her current condition, she was no match for a man like Jeff.<br /> On their way to the hospital, Charlotte watched the storm rage outside her window. &quot;If I refused to go along with this, would she die?&quot; she asked, receiving a confirming nod. Softly, she murmured, &quot;Maybe that&#039;s what she deserves.&quot;<br /> She felt her heart ache at the thought. Risking her life, and the life of her unborn baby, for another woman was the decision Zachary had taken without her consent. Jeff stayed silent at her comment.<br /> As they crossed a bridge, Charlotte, recovering her calm, wondered aloud, &quot;Who is this woman?&quot; The answer, &quot;Annie Lopez,&quot; made her blood run cold. The shock painted a desolate image in her mind, and she was lost in silent anguish.<br /> Suddenly, a flicker of rebellion sparked in her eyes. In a swift move, she lunged for the steering wheel, causing Jeff to shout in surprise. Deaf to his protests, she took control and drove the car over the bridge&#039;s railing into the turbulent river below.<br /> Instantly submerged in icy water and gasping for breath, Charlotte felt a severe pain in her belly. She thought, &#039;Does our baby sense the impending danger?&#039; As she sunk further into the depths, the crushing reality of her situation set in.<br /> In no time, the bridge was buzzing with people reacting to the plunge. Amidst the chaotic scene, cars from the police and the Sullivan family rushed to the spot, only to be held up by the jammed traffic at the bridge&#039;s end.<br /> <br /> <br /> ##3.Chapter 3 Charlotte&#039;s Stunning Comeback<br /> Three years and two months later.<br /> Liene City was holding the International Wedding Exposition. It was the quintessential grand event, featuring top bespoke wedding dress designers from around the world. Luxury cars littered the place, and celebrities floated around the venue.<br /> Stepping onto the red carpet, Charlotte—now going by the name of Georgia Lynn—stole the spotlight. Wearing her confidence like a cloak, she gracefully accepted the arm of her companion, a man named Gordon Wright. His question was simple. &quot;You ready?&quot;<br /> &quot;Of course,&quot; her reply was laced with a serene smile. All eyes were on her, spellbound by her beauty. She had built a name for herself as a talented designer, but her real identity remained a mystery.<br /> Georgia Lynn had made quite a stir when her wedding dress design, titled &quot;Destiny,&quot; became a global sensation. Her subsequent design, &quot;Elapse,&quot; only furthered her stardom. And there she was, basking in the limelight, looking more stunning than ever.<br /> Bathed in the bright lights, Charlotte exuded grace. Her eyes sparkled, mirroring her elegance and grit, gleaming against the big screens adorning Leine City. &quot;It&#039;s your turn to go on stage,&quot; Gordon whispered.<br /> &quot;I know,&quot; she replied, her polite smile never fading. Alone, she stepped on to the stage with an air of grace.<br /> Her first public appearance in three years, and as her identity as Georgia was unveiled, every person in the venue finally put a face to the famous name.<br /> She had such eye-catching features: radiant skin, clear eyes, and a dazzling smile. Donned in a long white strapless gown, each step revealing a tantalizing slit up her leg, she looked ethereal.<br /> The crowd went numb, engrossed in the spectacle of the radiant woman on stage. Whispers flew around as recognition dawned. Georgia Lynn—could it be?<br /> &quot;She resembles Mrs. Sullivan—the one who disappeared after that ghastly car crash three years back, don&#039;t you think?&quot;<br /> &quot;She does look like her, but that can&#039;t be, right?&quot;<br /> Memories of the horrific accident at Ruby River Bridge began drumming up again. Stories of Zachary&#039;s pregnant wife, allegedly swept away in that accident, and her body never found, started surfacing.<br /> &quot;A woman, nine months pregnant in a river at full spate—there&#039;s no way she could have survived.&quot;<br /> Yet, the woman on stage, introducing herself as Georgia Lynn, was casting a shadow of doubt. And then, the doors swung open.<br /> A figure in a sharp black suit walked in—Zachary Sullivan. His entrance made the room go silent. All eyes were now on him. Zachary seemed unmoved by the crowd, his gaze fixated on the stage. What he witnessed there made him stagger.<br /> Time seemed to stand still as Zachary and Charlotte&#039;s eyes met. A flurry of emotions roared between them. She then shifted her gaze towards an unexpected sight—Annie hanging onto Zachary&#039;s arm.<br /> She was surprised that Zachary was still with Annie after so many years. &#039;True love, right? Zachary once abandoned a family for this woman,&#039; she reflected with a hint of sarcasm. &#039;I was indeed naïve.&#039;<br /> Charlotte dismissed Zachary with an aloof look, treating him like a stranger. Holding the microphone, she announced, &quot;Thank you for your support of &#039;Destiny&#039;. I assure you that more great designs are to come.&quot;<br /> As she handed the microphone back to the MC, applause exploded from the audience. Offstage, Gordon was waiting, extending his hand respectfully. &quot;Congratulations on your success, Georgia,&quot; he said warmly.<br /> &quot;I&#039;m glad you were here to see it, Gordon,&quot; she replied. Their shared smile had photographers going wild, capturing a perfect moment.<br /> Meanwhile, Zachary was stone-still, trapped in his thoughts. &#039;Charlotte is alive. She returned.&#039;<br /> Buzz circulated around the venue. &quot;Mrs. Sullivan is alive! And she&#039;s an internationally celebrated wedding gown designer named Georgia!&quot;<br /> &quot;But Mr. Sullivan proposed to Ms. Lopez just a month ago. This exhibition was arranged to exhibit her designs!&quot;<br /> Nevertheless, everyone&#039;s attention was now on &quot;Destiny,&quot; the masterpiece crafted by Charlotte. Her incredible skill and triumphant return captivated the crowd.<br /> &quot;Ms. Lopez must be fuming! Is ex-Mrs. Sullivan here to get back at her?&quot;<br /> Ignoring the whispering, Charlotte and Gordon mingled among the guests, their comfort and confidence apparent to all.<br /> Caught in a whirlwind of feelings, Zachary found himself drawn towards Charlotte, only to be intercepted by Leo Howard, his assistant. &quot;Mr. Sullivan,&quot; Leo called quietly, drawing Zachary&#039;s attention.<br /> Zachary turned, &quot;It&#039;s her, isn&#039;t it?&quot; Leo solemnly confirmed, &quot;Yes, it&#039;s Mrs. Sullivan.&quot;<br /> Regaining his composure, Zachary&#039;s gaze found Charlotte again, now deep in conversation with Gordon. His eyes reflected a tumult of feelings.<br /> <br /> <br /> ##4.Chapter 4 Got Anything To Say?<br /> As the exposition was wrapping up, Charlotte came out from the restroom and found the corridor noticeably quiet.<br /> A bit away, Zachary leaned against the marble wall, a cigarette in his hand. His suave figure set against the dark grey backdrop radiated sophistication. His presence stirred Charlotte momentarily. She hadn&#039;t expected him to confront her so soon.<br /> &quot;Charlotte Lynn.&quot; His call was icy, laced with swirling emotions, and his eyes mirrored his agitation.<br /> Ignoring him, Charlotte casually tossed a disposable tissue into a nearby trash bin. She had no desire to engage in a conversation with him. However, as she attempted to pass by, Zachary made a sudden move and grabbed her arm.<br /> Before she knew it, her back was against the cold marble wall, sandwiched by Zachary&#039;s imposing frame. Staying calm in contrast to his stormy eyes, she admonished him coolly, &quot;I don&#039;t think you should do this, Mr. Sullivan.&quot;<br /> Her icy tone hurt Zachary. Unmoved, Zachary tipped her chin up, his voice wavering with urgency. &quot;Don&#039;t you have anything to say to me?&quot;<br /> &quot;And what exactly do you think I should say?&quot; she quipped back. Her detached response provoked a sharper look from him.<br /> &quot;Do you know how long I&#039;ve been searching for you?&quot; Over the past three arduous years, he had been looking for her, dismissing the notion that she had succumbed to the Ruby River&#039;s current. Despite relentless efforts, she had remained beyond his reach.<br /> His confession dragged a bitter laugh from her. &quot;Really? Why? In need of another life-saving favor for Annie?&quot; He didn&#039;t miss the scorn in her tone. &quot;Charlotte!&quot; Zachary raised his voice.<br /> Charlotte shot back, &quot;What&#039;s gotten into you? You are a murderer, after all! Now let me pass.&quot; She couldn&#039;t, and wouldn&#039;t, forget that Zachary was once willing to trade her and their unborn child to save his mistress, Annie Lopez.<br /> &quot;I gotta say, I&#039;m shocked,&quot; she added, her smile tainted with cynicism. &quot;Back then, it was me and our child who were supposed to pay the price for your darling to be as fit as a fiddle today.&quot;<br /> Although her voice was deceptively sweet, it couldn&#039;t mask the icy glare in her eyes. &quot;Such a pity, though. Still alive and kicking.&quot;<br /> Zachary flashed her a cold stare. &quot;Enough!&quot;<br /> &quot;Hey, cool it,&quot; Charlotte replied defensively. &quot;I was just talking about myself.&quot; Swiftly, she broke free from his grasp.<br /> Seeing the discontent across Zachary&#039;s face, Charlotte suspected he wasn&#039;t happy about the fact that she was still alive.<br /> A complicated mix of emotions swirled inside Zachary. He didn&#039;t know Charlotte could be so defiant. He felt her break away from his hold. Standing firm, she adjusted her gown with an air of nonchalance.<br /> Before more words could be exchanged, Gordon appeared around the corner. He took an anxious glance at the pair, unnerved by their unexpected interaction. He was worried about the potential complications.<br /> &quot;We should head back, Charlotte,&quot; Gordon suggested, his gaze never leaving Zachary.<br /> Gordon broke the tension with a warm smile before motioning Charlotte to leave with him. &quot;Mom has been trying to reach you. She cooks you some pies. Let&#039;s go back.&quot;<br /> Charlotte merely nodded in agreement, pointedly ignoring Zachary. She turned to Gordon, her voice laced with affection. &quot;Hurry, babe. I don&#039;t want her to worry.&quot;<br /> &quot;Okay.&quot;<br /> As the duo turned around, hand-in-hand, Gordon couldn&#039;t resist sending a smug smile over his shoulder at Zachary. Resuming their departure, Gordon felt a dark voice trailing them. &quot;Is he your new sugar daddy?&quot;<br /> Both Gordon and Charlotte froze for a second, exchanging perturbed glances.<br /> &quot;No, Mr. Sullivan,&quot; Charlotte interrupted, &quot;he&#039;s my husband.&quot;<br /> &quot;Your husband?&quot;<br /> Zachary&#039;s head spun as he struggled to swallow her declaration. His mind swarmed with Charlotte&#039;s statement, each repetition intensifying the burning fury in his eyes.<br /> All Charlotte could offer in response was a scoff. Just as she was about to leave, Zachary seized her wrist firmly, nearly crushing it. &quot;Do you understand what you&#039;re saying, Charlotte?&quot;<br /> &quot;Did you not hear me, Mr. Sullivan?&quot; Charlotte retorted, barely disguising a smirk.<br /> <br /> <br /> ##5.Chapter 5 Dig Into Charlotte<br /> The exposition had just ended when Leo found Zachary, but Charlotte had already left with Gordon.<br /> &quot;Mr. Sullivan...&quot; Leo&#039;s voice wavered with concern.<br /> Over the past three years, the life Zachary led was beyond the comprehension of most, known only to those close to him. Following the Ruby River Bridge catastrophe that consumed the town&#039;s gossip chain for a month, no clues linking Charlotte or their unborn baby to the wreckage had surfaced. Since then, Zachary had become more distanced and closed off.<br /> &quot;I need all the details about Charlotte&#039;s past three years.&quot; Zachary&#039;s demand was delivered with a stern undertone.<br /> &quot;Of course,&quot; Leo answered promptly, eager to assist.<br /> The name &quot;Georgia Lynn&quot; was no stranger to either Leo or Zachary. The brilliant wedding gown, &quot;Destiny,&quot; had sent ripples throughout the fashion world, drawing Zachary&#039;s attention too. But none knew that the creative genius behind the exquisite piece was Charlotte, the woman who had disappeared three years ago.<br /> <br /> ---<br /> Within an hour, Leo assembled most of the available information about Charlotte and Gordon, presenting it to Zachary. A stack of pages covered the past three years of Charlotte&#039;s life.<br /> The documents presented a new side of Charlotte. She was previously perceived as insignificant and overly reliant on Zachary. But her recent achievements as a designer, evident by the recognition she received, shattered all those assumptions.<br /> &quot;Gordon Wright? The same guy who leads the Wright Group out of Snowe City?&quot; Zachary queried, his brows knitting together.<br /> &quot;Yes,&quot; Leo confirmed.<br /> An icy mask hardened Zachary&#039;s face. Charlotte and Gordon&#039;s intimate interaction at the conference kept repeating in his mind—a scene that included Charlotte introducing Gordon as her husband. This uncomfortable replay was a stubborn imprint, refusing to disappear.<br /> Seeing Zachary&#039;s thunderous expression, Leo felt a cold sweat spreading across his back. &quot;Mr. Wright set up a studio for Mrs. Sullivan in Snowe City and has been supporting her work for the past three years,&quot; Leo nervously provided the details he had gathered, &quot;And personally, he&#039;s been looking out for her as well.&quot;<br /> &quot;Interesting,&quot; Zachary retorted sarcastically, with a tinge of jealousy cutting beneath his words.<br /> Turning his attention back to the documents, he inquired, &quot;Any word on Jeff Cooper?&quot; Even the mention of the name Jeff made Leo nervous.<br /> Three years ago, when Annie&#039;s health failed suddenly, Leo was tasked with fetching Charlotte. But Jeff interrupted, opting to take Charlotte. Unexpectedly, neither Jeff nor Charlotte made it to the hospital. They both supposedly died in a car crash.<br /> However, after years of searching, Zachary had found no trace of Jeff. This only fueled his steadfast belief that Charlotte was still alive. Jeff&#039;s military background meant he could turn a dire situation around. Maybe he had managed to save Charlotte?<br /> &quot;There&#039;s still no lead on Jeff. But I&#039;ll get on it, right away,&quot; Leo assured, mopping his sweating brow. Everyone that knew Zachary was aware of his intense disapproval of betrayal. Leo ruminated, &#039;Did Jeff betray Mr. Sullivan that day, or did he simply fail? If it was the former, death might have been a kinder fate.&#039;<br /> Flipping through the papers, Zachary&#039;s brow furrowed, a disturbing thought surfacing. &#039;What about the child?&#039;<br /> A tightening grip around his heart accompanied his own silent question. It was vividly clear to him that at the time of her disappearance, Charlotte was heavily pregnant, about to deliver.<br /> &#039;If Charlotte managed to survive the car accident, did the baby survive too?&#039; he dared to wonder.<br /> --------------------------------------------------------<br /> There are limited chapters to put here, click the button below to continue reading 📜&lt;My Ex-Wife&#039;s Glamorous Comeback&gt;📜<br /> (It will automatically jump to the book when you open the app)

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