Secret Wife Real Billionaire (by Ela) novel Chapter 312

Divorcing her and ensuring she received a portion of the assets was typical of him. With newfound strength, Renee gathered her clothes and made her way to the bathroom for a shower.

Marcelo, left alone, gazed at the closed bathroom door, his grip on a glass tightening until it cracked and shattered in his hand. The glass broke, and blood began to trickle from his grasp, seemingly unnoticed by him.

Emerging from the bathroom, Renee was taken aback to find Marcelo still present.

She moved to retrieve her belongings from the coffee table, only to have a man's coat unexpectedly placed over her shoulders.

“Your clothes are dirty," He explained.

Renee had chosen a woolen long skirt for the day, which she had removed herself before showering, ensuring it remained clean from their earlier interactions. Yet, it had somehow become tainted with his mess.

“I've arranged for someone to bring me clothes," she informed him, her tone cool as she set his coat aside on the sofa, displaying her disinterest.

When she caught a glimpse of Marcelo, he had hidden his injured hand from her view.

Shortly after, there was a knock at the door.

“Miss Hudson, I've brought your clothes," announced Harry, the manager from Rich Bar, carefully avoiding a glance inside.

“Did you drive here? I need a lift," Renee requested, handing over her bag to Harry.

She donned her coat and departed, leaving the room and its occupant behind without a backward glance.

A fleeting moment of self-derision crossed Marcelo’s eyes. He had somehow forgotten that his wife was far from a fragile bloom in a sheltered garden. She was a formidable force, as resilient and unyielding as any.

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“Oh, Renee...What happened to you?" Sarah inquired.

As soon as Renee walked into the dormitory, Sarah could tell something was amiss.

The marks on Renee’s neck and collarbone were glaringly evident.

Ultimately, Sarah declined Renee’s offer to drive her to the airport, thinking it best for Renee to rest.

That night, Renee’s sleep was anything but peaceful. She tossed and turned, her rest disturbed by discomfort and unease.

The next morning, she woke up feeling utterly drained, her body weak and her mind foggy. Despite this, she rushed to teach a class, ignoring the warning signs her body was giving her.

Leaving the dormitory, her eyes searched for the Maybach, but it was gone.

Marcelo had left. Renee barely made it through her class. Just as it was ending, dizziness overtook her, and she collapsed, her students' cries of concern echoing around her.

“Renee!" they shouted as they scrambled to help.

Howard, quick to react, caught her just in time.

As Renee lay in his arms, consciousness slipping away, a figure entered the room. She couldn't make out his face, but the platinum ring on his left hand caught her eye, it was the same style as the diamond ring she wore around her neck.