His Ex-Wife Called Me His Mistress—But I Married A Billionaire Chapter 03
Ten Pages of Drama
Julian’s ex-wife, Veronica, drops a massive ten-page essay closing the chapter on her marriage.
Ten thousand words. Eight years of tears, endless sacrifices, and screaming fights.
Julian’s toxic fans used to mock her—called her a desperate psycho who dragged him down.
Because every time Julian pushed a romantic PR stunt with a co-star, Veronica would conveniently get snapped by paparazzi holding his hand in public.
And during that celebrity couple reality show, she took subtle digs at his shippers on camera. Some of those shippers were ours.
She stared right into the lens and scoffed, “If it didn’t work out on screen, do you delusionals really think it’ll happen in real life?”
Julian’s face turned completely pale on set.
His fanbase threw a fit. How embarrassing for their star to have such a bitter wife.
Now, the court of public opinion has flipped completely.
【Everyone said she piggybacked on his fame, but all I see is a woman who wasted eight years loving a ghost.】
【Is a wife wrong for hating her husband flirting with other women? Hell no!】
Veronica’s writing is emotional and sharp, laying out every painful memory brick by brick. She didn’t just sit there quietly when Julian announced the split. She wrote their bloody eulogy.
【In the first two years, she lived in a damp basement apartment with him while he auditioned.】
【Holy crap, I wouldn’t live in a basement even for an Oscar winner!】
【NYC basements in the summer are humid nightmares. Her love was real.】
Even I feel a twinge of sympathy reading it.
Until I hit that final bitchy line at the very end.
“You win, Chloe. He’s all yours.”
That single sentence hurls me straight into tonight’s top trending scandal.
The headline is loud and trashy: #VeronicaYieldsToChloe
I open the tag. It’s a war zone of pure hate aimed straight at me.
Thanks to her manifesto, the internet crowned Veronica a tragic heroine. And I’m the trashy homewrecker who ruined their sacred bond.
Angry mobs pour into my Instagram and X accounts, demanding to know why I stole her man.
God knows I’m just as stunned as they are.
I’ve been secretly married for eight long years.
Why in the world would I ever want her second-hand trash?