“Brianna Gallagher, what is it to the side
chick who’s asking for who the actual wife is?
Don’t you feel humiliated?”
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Jake denied it.
“No, honey, we don’t! I was just hired to act
out a play, I have no relationship with Briannal
Gallagher!”
“Is that so, Jake Campbell? Are you going to
be stubborn until the end?”
I took the file, pulled out a stack of photos,
and threw them on the ground.
They were all pictures of Jake and Brianna
Gallagher with the twins on vacation.
The earliest one was taken three years ago
when I was pregnant with Maddie and in the
hospital.
“Explain this.”
I pointed to the happy family in the photos.
“While I was away, you were busy.”
Jake’s lips trembled.
“It doesn’t matter; the media will catch up, so
let’s just wait for the news that will spread
quickly in Golden Gate.”
The teacher next to me shouted, “Maddie’s
mom, we recorded everything!”
Realizing what was happening, Brianna
Gallagher lunged at me, trying to claw my
face. “Bitch! You set us up!”
Mr. Anderson blocked her, saying coldly,
“Mrs. Gallagher, please watch your mouth.
Standing in front of you is the chairwoman of
Campbell Enterprises, the richest person in
Golden Gate.”
“Impossible!”
Brianna Gallagher screamed hysterically, “The
richest family is mine, Jake!”
I smirked. “All companies under Jake
Campbell’s name are controlled by me.”
“Including every luxury item he bought you, all
charged to my card.”
“So, I have the right to take everything back,
and even send you to jail.”
Jake fell to his knees with a thud.
“Honey, no, Mrs. Campbell!”
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He crawled over, trying to hug my leg. “I was
forced! That bitch seduced me!”
Brianna Gallagher beat him, “Jake! You
promised to marry me!”
“You’ve been lying to me all along!”
I stepped back, avoiding them. It was all
done.
Bending down, I picked up my daughter.
“Maddie, we’re going home.”
“Mommy…” my daughter whispered, “Daddy
doesn’t want us anymore?”
I kissed her injured forehead.
“Sweetheart, some people don’t deserve to be
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daddies.”
Jake was still crying, “Honey, I was wrong!
Look at Maddie’s face and hear me out!”
“The divorce papers will be delivered to your
office tomorrow.”
I said without looking back, “And don’t forget,
the prenuptial agreement: the cheating party
gets nothing.”
As I walked out of the kindergarten, a light
rain began to fall.
Mr. Anderson opened an umbrella.
“Mrs. Campbell, should we deal with the
twins‘ enrollment?”
I looked at my daughter, who was already
falling asleep in my arms, and said softly,
“From today on, Golden Gate will permanently
refuse the whole family.”
“Mommy, will I still be able to eat the
chestnut cake that Daddy bought?”
I paused, the tears finally falling.
“Honey, Mommy will buy you even better
things.”
- 8.
Jake had been kneeling outside my mansion
for three days.
“Honey!” His voice was hoarse. “I know I was
wrong.”
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I stood by the window, watching him.
Before, I might have felt sorry and opened the
door, but now, I just felt disgusted.
Sharing this man with other women for so
many years was ridiculous.
I called security.
“Please escort the man downstairs away.”
I turned to go back, and my phone lit up.
The private investigator sent me a photo:
Jake kissing a model in a nightclub just three
hours ago.
He was getting smarter, now playing the
heartbroken card.
Before the verdict came down, he was
spending money like crazy, trying to win me
back.
I found luxury gifts piled up at the door.
Hermès bags, Cartier bracelets, Van Cleef &
Arpels necklaces… all the things I casually
mentioned liking.
In the middle was a frame with our wedding
photo.
I called the property manager. “Dispose of all
this trash.”
That afternoon, Maddie’s teacher called,
“Maddie’s dad came to drop off a cake,
saying it’s her birthday.”
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I told the teacher to throw it away.
Jake called me immediately.
“Olivia, you don’t have to forgive me, but I’m
still Maddie’s dad!”
I said casually, “Jake Campbell, listen
carefully. Maddie’s name is Campbell, not
Miller.”
“Did you forget you have two sons?”
“Don’t bother my daughter. One more time,
and you’ll regret being alive!”
When my daughter didn’t work, Jake tried
another way.
He stood outside my company with an LED
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sign reading “Please forgive me, honey.‘
He played the piano at my favorite restaurant,
playing our wedding song.
He even contacted the media, calling it.
“Golden Couple Reconciles.”
I had my legal department send a letter.
The Pl sent me bombshell reports.
Brianna Gallagher was just the tip of the
iceberg.
In the past five years, Jake had used my
money to support at least six mistresses in
three cities.
He told them all the same story:
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“My marriage was arranged.”
“I’m waiting for the right time to divorce her
and marry you.”
“Use this credit card, it’s unlimited!”
And every card was linked to my account.
The day the divorce was finalized, Jake went
crazy.
He stormed into my office with a lawyer,
“Olivia, we need to talk about the property
division.”
“Are you sure you want to talk about that?”
I smiled and had my lawyer play the prepared
PowerPoint.
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There were photos of Jake and Brianna
Gallagher in the Maldives, spending five
million.
And the nine–million–dollar condo he bought
for the model.
It ended on a file with the prenuptial
agreement.
Section 7, highlighted in red: “The cheating
party gets nothing.”
His lawyer packed up and left.
A month later, Jake was seen drunk in a bar.
The once high–flying Mr. Campbell was now
begging for money for alcohol.
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- 9.
Soon, the security footage from the
kindergarten was anonymously posted online.
It started spreading.
Then someone recognized me. “Isn’t that
Olivia Campbell, who led the rescue team
during last year’s flood?”
The video showed me battered but protecting
my daughter, while Jake and Brianna
Gallagher were arrogant, throwing money and
humiliating people.
The story exploded.
#The richest couple in town has relationship
issues#
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#Woman who save the area is bullied#
#Jake Campbell and Brianna Gallagher Get
out of town#
The comments were overwhelming,
supporting me.
“Mrs. Campbell donated three hundred million
for disaster relief! How can they treat her like
that?”
“How dare those people? They’re bullying
her!”
“Should poor people be treated like this? I
demand a police investigation!”
“Brianna Gallagher has a meltdown after
finding out that Mrs. Campbell is actually her
boss”
Brianna Gallagher was exposed.
Her socialite persona was fake. Her degrees
were bought, her family was made up, and
her face had been operated on over twenty
times.
Photos of her from years ago showed her
heavily made up, sitting on the laps of rich
men, a far cry from her current image.
Her social media accounts were shut down.
Brands terminated contracts, and even her
salon issued a statement.
“This salon has never had Ms. Gallagher as a
client.”
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Three days later, I saw her on the news,
having paint thrown on her for not paying her
loans.
Her million–dollar face was ruined, and
covered in a white paint.
Jake’s fate was worse.
I froze all his assets, including the thirty
million he had transferred.
His company collapsed, and investors pulled
out.
His mistresses heard he was broke, and
showed up to collect their loans.
The model posted his promises of marriage.
