The Billionaire Ignored His Maid’s Suffering for Months—Until Her Little Daughter Called Him Upstairs and Exposed What His Perfect Fiancée Had Been Hiding
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Chapter 22
Spring brought a vibrant explosion of blooming dogwood trees and emerald grass across the property. Sarah walked through the garden, feeling the warm sun on her face and breathing in the pure scent of uncompromised freedom.
The scar on her forehead had faded into a faint silver line, serving not as a mark of pain, but as a badge of ultimate survival. She was the architect of her own destiny, standing tall and beautifully undefeated.
