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Leaving a Billionaire: The CEO’s Regret

[Marcus has sent you $50,000.] [Marcus: Come to the hospital tomorrow!] The message from my husband, Marcus Braun, was like a knife to my heart. It turned out that Marcus did not care about me, only about my rare Rh-null blood. He treated me like a resource to be drained, giving every drop to his beloved secretary, Gloria Spence. Even after using me like a lifeline, Marcus continued to torment me. His family was no better, seeing me as nothing more than a servant, despite the mansion being full of maids. “Go and prepare a cup of coffee for your husband.” “Why are you just standing there? Is this how you serve your man?” For two long years, I endured this treatment, giving everything to a family that never cared about me. But I had enough. I had been patient, dutiful, and loyal, but it was clear that nothing would ever change. On our 2nd anniversary, I held up a document in front of Marcus and said, “I have printed the divorce papers. Read them, if you have any questions, feel free to ask. “We both know this marriage was arranged by our grandfathers. You do not love me, and I am done pretending this will work. Let’s end it now before things get even worse.” “Fine,” Marcus replied coldly, confident that I would return to him within a year, believing I could not survive on my own. But Marcus was wrong. I was far stronger and more capable than he ever imagined. As time passed, Marcus realized that I was the one who truly loved him. He begged me, “Theresa, please forgive me.” However, it was too late, I no longer cared.