Five Years Up I Reveal I'm The Richest He Kneels And Begs novel Chapter 123

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Chase Whitmore kept a mistress, and Nora Langston chose to look the other way.

When he gifted the mistress jewelry and rare collectibles, Nora was holding Jamie in her arms, watching the stars.

When he threw a drone–lit birthday celebration that dazzled all of Bellwood, she was vacationing

in Zurich with their daughter.

When he brought that mistress to his office and screwed her behind closed doors, Nora watched the security footage–stone–faced—then turned it off.

It wasn’t until the mistress, out of jealousy, kidnapped her daughter, and both of them fell off a cliff and ended up in the hospital, that things finally broke.

Nora raced to the hospital. Just in time to hear the doctor tell Chase, “The blood supply is low. We can only save one–either the child or the adult.”

Chase hesitated. Under Nora’s piercing gaze, he finally muttered, “Save the child.”

Nora watched him sign the form, his pen trembling ever so slightly. He paused for a full thirty

seconds.

In the end, he still wrote down their daughter’s name.

Nora exhaled softly and turned back to Chase–the man she had loved for a decade.

“Chase, do you even remember what you promised me?”

She looked at him, furious.

She had spent ten years chasing after him. Just hearing he hadn’t eaten dinner, she’d rush all over the city to get him his favorite porridge. When he was injured after a race and lost too much blood, she nearly drained herself to donate to him. But no matter what she did, he only ever found her

annoying.

Then Whitmore Group hit a financial crisis. To save the company, he was forced to marry her.

That day, she’d arrived full of joy–only to hear him say coldly, “Marriages in families like ours are all about mutual benefit. I’ll never give you real love. You’d better give up on that fantasy.”

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On the eve of their wedding, she was forced to sign a contract: a marriage of terms.

They were to fulfill all marital duties and enjoy all rights as husband and wife–excluding fidelity.

But even then, one rule remained: his affairs must never touch the family.

And for years, they stuck to that rule well.

Even as Chase went through woman after woman, Nora never once interfered.

But the one thing she could not tolerate–was him hurting her daughter.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t expect Camila to go that far,” Chase tried to explain. “She saw our family photo this morning and lost it… acted on impulse…”

Nora’s hands were clenched white. After a long silence, she said only one thing:

“If you can’t keep your woman in check, I’ll do it for you. And trust me–I won’t be gentle.”

Chase gave a quiet “mm,” said he understood, then stepped out into the hallway to smoke.

They had always been like this. A picture–perfect couple from the outside, but strangers behind

closed doors.

Two hours later, the doctor emerged from surgery and informed Nora with a heavy sigh,

“The child survived, but suffered a severe brain trauma. She’s currently in a coma–like state. Ms. Camila Rae was a bit luckier–she’s already regained consciousness.”

Nora stumbled into the room.

The first thing she saw was Jamie’s pale little face.

When she turned around, Chase was gone–probably off checking on Camila.

Fighting back tears, she gently wiped her daughter’s face. Outside the open door, two nurses whispered by the station:

“I just passed the stairwell. The Whitmore CEO was talking to the doctor–told him to save the

adult, not the kid.”

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“No way. Who does that to their own daughter?”

“Why would I lie? I saw them sign a second consent form with my own eyes!”

Nora’s heart turned to solid ice.

She shut her eyes. Two tears slipped down her face as a fierce hatred for Chase surged in her chest.

That same night, she made a call to the Whitmore estate. Linda, her private secretary, answered.

“Find the marriage agreement I signed with Chase back then. Take a photo and send it to me. Don’t alert anyone.”

Fifteen minutes later, her phone dinged.

Nora opened the message and clearly saw the line:

[Whichever party breaks the contract shall agree to divorce unconditionally and leave the marriage with no assets, unable to claim any property.]

She saved it. Made a backup.

Then forwarded it to her lawyer friend and her contact at the Family Court Clerk’s Office.

Soon, the replies came in:

From her lawyer: [This contract remains legally valid.]

From the clerk: [A slot opened tomorrow–come in any time to file.]

Nora stared at the messages. Just as she was about to delete the messages, a deep voice came from

behind.

“Nora, why are you still awake?”