The Billionaire Ex-Wife He Picked the Maid, I Picked His Replacement — Novel

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In the world of glittering mansions and high-stakes romance, she's just the maid, but her heart beats with the passion of a woman scorned. Divorced from one of the wealthiest men in the city, she’s determined to reclaim her life, even as shadows from the past threaten to pull her back. Can she find strength in her newfound independence, or will the allure of her billionaire ex-husband's world draw her in once more?

Meanwhile, he’s moved on, or so he tells himself. When a shocking twist forces him to confront the choices he's made, he finds himself questioning everything. The housekeeper he chose may have been a distraction, but is she the right choice? As old feelings resurface and new alliances form, the lines between love and betrayal blur.

In this game of power and desire, who will emerge victorious? With emotions running high and secrets lurking around every corner, both are faced with a choice: to let go of the past or to fight for a future that might just be worth the risk. Will they uncover the truth before it’s too late, or will their hearts be forever entwined in chaos?

The Billionaire Ex-Wife He Picked the Maid, I Picked His ReplacementChapter 1

My live-in husband had low sperm motility. The day our ninety-ninth round of IVF failed, I finally broke.

"Forget it. It hurts too much. I can't do this anymore."

Before he could respond, the nanny attending to me let out a piercing shriek. "Mr. Sanchez is the sole heir to Henson Sterling Group! How can he not have a son?"

"The Sanchez family was unlucky enough to marry a barren hen like you. Now you can't even endure a little pain? How shameless can you be?"

She stood there, righteous as a saint, as if I were some unforgivable sinner.

But Brendan Sanchez was the one with the fertility problem.

I barely managed a bitter twitch of my lips before Brendan quietly stepped in front of the nanny, shielding her behind him.

"Debbie, Cindy just cares too much about me. She speaks without thinking. Don't hold it against her."

Then his large, well-defined hand patted my shoulder in consolation, a flash of tenderness crossing his eyes. "Does it hurt that bad? Let me go out and get you something to help you recover."