The Secret Heiress’s Revenge

To be with my college sweetheart, I hid my identity as an heiress to a multibillion-dollar empire. For three years, I lived in poverty beside him, eating cheap takeout in a moldy apartment. Yet he stood by and let his mother beat me until I suffered a miscarriage. Worse, he blamed me for contributing nothing to his career, declared I wasn’t good enough for him, and ordered me to pack my bags and get out of the run-down rental he supposedly paid for. Three years of devotion turned into a sick joke. He looked at me with pure disgust and screamed at me to get lost. At that moment, my heart finally died. I must have lost my mind. Why had I given up a life of luxury just to rot in the gutter with a parasite? Fine. I took his advice and got lost without looking back. While I was lounging in my multi-million-dollar estate, living my absolute best life, he showed up on his knees, begging me to take him back. I was a victim of domestic abuse. Right now, I lay in a hospital bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, overwhelmed by humiliation and rage. The door pushed open. I glanced over. It was Tyler. He looked at me in the bed and scratched his head in irritation. "Cry, cry, cry. That’s all you ever do! Don’t you ever get tired of it? My mom broke her back raising me and putting me through college. She suffered her whole life. So she criticized you a little—couldn't you just suck it up? Can’t you even manage that much?" There was no comforting embrace. No apology. Only deep annoyance and blame etched across his face. After venting, he asked with total impatience, "Is the baby still there?" Tyler and I had been together for three years, transitioning from college into the real world. He had decent looks, but he was dirt-poor, hypersensitive, and hated the rich. Yet he used to treat me so well. To stay with him, I hid my wealthy background and lived a penny-pinching life with him in a tiny apartment. Never could I have imagined that bringing his mother from the countryside to live with us would completely destroy our lives. Just like now. My eyes were swollen, my face bruised. My baby was gone, an IV needle stuck in the back of my hand. Yet his eyes showed not a flicker of remorse. "It's gone," I choked out, fighting through the lump in my throat before losing control and bursting into tears. Tyler froze. Then, a vicious slap cracked across my face. My head spun, my ears ringing violently. Before I could even process the pain, Tyler completely snapped, screaming at the top of his lungs. "You worthless bitch! You killed my son! You couldn't even keep a baby safe—why don't you just go die instead?!" He glared at me with bloodshot eyes, his expression twisted with malice. He wasn't looking at the woman he loved; he was looking at his worst enemy. My cheek burned like fire, but my entire body felt frozen. I stared at him in a daze. His lips kept moving, throwing out endless insults. He looked the same, yet entirely unrecognizable. "Sir, please calm down! This is a hospital..." A nurse rushed in, alerted by the commotion, and pulled Tyler away. "Chloe, you wait and see! Just wait till we get home, I'll teach you a lesson!" "You destroyed my family's legacy! Ten of your pathetic lives wouldn't be enough to repay this! You're a criminal to my family!" His furious roars echoed down the corridor, filled with vile curses. Surrounding patients and visitors turned to stare. I felt their eyes burning into me, drowning in shame and embarrassment. Tyler had never been like this before. He had a temper, sure, but he had never spoken so harshly to me, let alone screamed profanities in public like a rabid dog. Ever since his mother moved in from her small hometown, the three of us had been crammed under one roof. At first, she was polite enough. But gradually, her attitude shifted. She began nitpicking and making my life miserable. For Tyler's sake, not wanting to put him in an awkward position, I endured it all. Yet my silence only fueled her cruelty. This morning, I cooked dinner, and she claimed it tasted terrible, demanding I redo it. I pushed back with a few words, and she attacked me. She was a heavy, burly woman, and when she swung her fists, she was like a maniac. I stood no chance. And she had known full well that I was carrying Tyler's child.The brutal reality left me dizzy, my heart throbbing with agony. It felt as if he had become an entirely different person. Had he changed, or had he been faking it all along? I couldn't remember when the IV ran out, nor how I managed to walk back. By the time my senses returned, I was standing outside the front door of our rental apartment. Maybe he had his reasons? I desperately tried to make excuses for him, but the burning pain on my cheek and the vicious hatred in his eyes couldn't be erased. Perhaps the universe wanted me to see through him completely, because the front door was left slightly ajar. Murmurs drifted out from inside. It was his mother's voice. "Son, you just got promoted at work. You've got a bright future ahead of you. You're not going to marry her anyway. Getting rid of that baby saves you a world of trouble." "I know, Mom. When I went to the hospital earlier, I made sure to humiliate her. If she has any brains, she'll pack her bags and get lost. If she hadn't clung to me like a desperate leech in college, I wouldn't have looked at her twice." "Letting her stay with you for three years was already doing her a massive favor." That was Tyler's voice. A wave of icy chills shot from the soles of my feet straight to my skull, turning my blood to ice. It was a calculated plot between mother and son to murder my unborn baby! I had thought Tyler was a sweet, caring partner. In reality, he was a savage wolf draped in sheep's clothing! The fire in my chest nearly incinerated my sanity. My fists clenched, then slowly relaxed. Taking a deep breath, I pulled out my phone, turned on the voice recorder, slipped it into my bag, and pushed the door open, acting as if nothing was wrong. Seeing me enter, both of their faces immediately twisted with guarded hostility. "When did you get back?" Tyler swept his eyes over me as if looking at a piece of garbage. "Just now. Long enough to hear every word." A flash of shock crossed their faces. They clearly hadn't expected me to be so composed. I locked eyes with Tyler. "Why? Why would you do that? Even a beast protects its own young. Tyler, how could you be so sickeningly cruel?" He shifted his gaze uncomfortably, avoiding my eyes. His mother, however, gave a mocking sneer and spat poison. "Why? You dare ask why? Because you're nowhere near good enough for my Tyler! You think you're worthy of bearing our family's child? Look in the mirror. Tyler told me he hasn't seen a single member of your family all these years. Your parents are probably six feet under." "A worthless orphan like you would be sleeping on the streets if Tyler hadn't taken pity on you! Now Tyler's been promoted, and his future is limitless. You don't match our family status at all. If you know what's good for you, stop daydreaming and get lost!" Family status. Ha. Right. No wonder Tyler kept dodging the topic whenever I brought up getting married. He had only ever treated me as a placeholder. The second his life seemed to look up, I became dead weight. The baby had been an accident. I naively thought it would naturally lead us to the altar. Looking back now, a child carrying his bloodline was better off not existing. Only... What he didn't know was that the firm he worked for was merely a small subsidiary under my father's conglomerate. His promotion and raise had only happened because I felt bad seeing him struggle, so I had begged my father to make an exception for him. My father had despised him from the start. He never mentioned wealth; he simply said Tyler wasn't a good man and couldn't be trusted. Yet I had stubbornly thrown myself into it, preaching about true love and telling my father to stay out of it so money wouldn't taint our romance. Thinking back, I truly must have had rocks in my head.I stared at Tyler, whose eyes were darting around guiltily. "I must have been blind. I thought you were honest and ambitious. Turns out you're just a cowardly scumbag. To dump me, you conspired with your mother to kill our child. You aren't even human!" He used to preach his resentful philosophy to me, claiming that all the resources in this world belonged to ordinary people and were stolen by the wealthy, which was why he despised the rich. Turns out he didn't despise them—he just hated that he couldn't reach their circle. Just one tiny corporate promotion, and he couldn't wait to reveal his disgusting true colors. How pathetic. "Chloe, don't make it sound so ugly. Even if I deliberately got rid of the kid, so what? Besides, who's to say that kid was even mine?" My brain roared in utter shock. How could he even utter such words? Noticing my fury, he paused, then doubled down shamelessly. "I work long hours every day. We aren't glued together twenty-four-seven. Who can guarantee that kid was definitely mine?" He spoke with such self-righteous certainty that I actually laughed out of sheer rage. "Most men dread being cheated on. This is the first time I've seen someone so desperate to claim he's been cuckolded." His vile words shattered the very last shred of illusion I harbored. As of today, I finally had to admit that I had been blind. Wasting another breath on him wasn't worth it. Tyler clearly wanted to shake off this hot potato as quickly as possible. His expression shifted, but he didn't argue further. "Chloe, we could have parted amicably, but you just had to be difficult and make a scene. Over the past two years, if it weren't for my hard work landing a job at such a prestigious company, could you have lived this comfortably? Since things are out in the open, let's just make a clean break! Don't come clinging to me." "Also, I'm the one paying rent here. I'm giving you twenty-four hours to pack your crap and get the hell out. Don't linger!" "Hilarious." I genuinely wanted to hand him a mirror so he could see what an absolute joke he was. When I loved him, he was everything to me. Now that I was awake, what did he have left besides a mediocre face? If I used my monthly allowance to hire male models, I could rotate through them every day of the month without repeating! He was an insecure, hypersensitive loser with zero capability and an overinflated ego. Did he really think I couldn't survive without him? Without having to fund his poverty, my life was going to be paradise! "Don't worry. I don't need twenty-four hours. Five minutes is plenty."