The Divorced Heiress's Spectacular Comeback

Less than two hours after Brooklyn pushed a baby out of her body, her husband walked into the VIP delivery room.

But he didn't come to hold their newborn.

Instead, his assistant tossed a thick stack of papers and a ten-million-dollar check onto her trembling legs.

It was a divorce settlement.

Baron looked down at her pale, exhausted face with pure, clinical detachment.

"Agnes is back. I needed a wife to secure my company shares, and you needed a roof over your head. The transaction is over."

He didn't even glance at the crying infant in the incubator.

He just checked his luxury watch, complained about being late for a board meeting, and walked out.

Minutes later, the head nurse barged in, her eyes dripping with contempt.

She announced that Baron had revoked Brooklyn's VIP privileges and ordered her to move to the general ward immediately.

Brooklyn stared at the ceiling, her core muscles screaming in agony from the delivery.

Her three years of total devotion, their marriage, and their child were nothing but a cheap, insulting joke to him.

In his eyes, she was just a pathetic, poor girl who could be easily bought off and thrown away like trash.

The last ember of love in her heart turned to ash, replaced by a terrifying coldness.

She calmly ripped the ten-million-dollar check into tiny pieces.

Then, she ripped out her IV needle, picked up a heavily encrypted phone she hadn't used in three years, and dialed a number.

"I need the chief legal counsel and the tactical security team at Mount Sinai Hospital in exactly thirty minutes."

It was time for the real billionaire heiress of Beverly Hills to go home.