Submitting To My Billionaire Ex-Wife by Allison Mild

Chapter 161

Perhaps Louis might never return to confront Genevieve’s false display of affection, or perhaps the unexpected expose by David brought him a plethora of troubles to navigate.

Genevieve, for her part, lingered on the balcony late into the night.

Following the expose, she found herself utterly devoid of any leverage. This realization instilled a sense of insecurity within her.

The days seemed to blur together, with two passing by in what felt like the blink of an eye.

Genevieve remained in the dark about the world beyond the manor’s walls.

The servants kept their conversations with her strictly to the topic of meals.

Louis‘ absence became a constant, leaving Genevieve grappling with a growing sense of unease.

The dawn of the third day brought with it the arrival of Linda.

Taking in Genevieve’s noticeably diminished figure, Linda couldn’t help but sympathize.

It was unclear to Genevieve whether Linda was privy to Louis‘ true identity. Nonetheless, Linda chose to remain

silent on the matter.

‘Louis is quite pitiful, isn’t he?‘ she thought.

Linda pursed her lips before saying, “Gen, I’ve been sent to check up on you. Are you sure you don’t want to

stay?”

Genevieve’s response was a shake of her head.

Linda was not surprised. Instead, she offered a comforting smile as she tenderly bru aside a strand of

Genevieve’s hair.

From her bag, Linda produced a minuscule cube, no larger than a fingernail, and discreetly filled it with a

substance.

“This,” Linda began, “is a special medication designed to induce an acute heart attack. When they take you to the hospital, a car will be waiting for you.

The first step to freedom was to extricate herself from the manor.

to meet Linda’s as a myriad of emotions flitted across her face.

shoulder in a reassuring manner, and

me?” Genevieve pondered, staring at the small cube in her

following morning, after breakfast and under the cover of the servant’s inattention, she ingested

not to retreat upstairs, she remained in the living room, feigning

the medication’s

moments.

heart

floor, Genevieve’s body twitched

voices around her.

was being ushered into a black Lincoln, her vision blurred by tears–though

sped away,

stability was compromised, jerking erratically as though the driver had made a desperate attempt to

Genevieve was swired into a waiting

a frantic scream, urgently calling for

distinguished by

inconspicuous luxury car drove straight ahead and crashed into the

from the myriad

toil in mere moments.

possession, he had been

his stepson, had always been strained,

him to the Hoffman family and focus

with the real Louis, aiming to thwart David

by a desire for retribution, meticulously orchestrated what was to be Austin’s fatal car accident. Yet, in

his vision blurred by rage, David accelerated toward

and smoke billowed into

the chaos, the car harboring Genevieve merged seamlessly into

in shock, grateful for their narrow escape. They reached out to Louis, only to be met

a nearby high–rise, was

I’ve dealt with David myself, on your behalf. After

she ended the call, tears streamed down her face, one

under Austin’s watchful eye, she had led a life of comfort and lu

could she get his hands

from

and was well aware of the truths that Louis had confided

knew the real circumstances surrounding “Austin’s” presumed death and David’s

shouldn’t have happened, she pondered.

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