Submitting To My Billionaire Ex-Wife

Chapter 161

Perhaps Louis might never return to confront Genevieve’s false display of affection, or perhaps the unexpected expose by David brought him a plethora of troubles to navigate.

Genevieve, for her part, lingered on the balcony late into the night.

Following the expose, she found herself utterly devoid of any leverage. This realization instilled a sense of insecurity within her.

The days seemed to blur together, with two passing by in what felt like the blink of an eye.

Genevieve remained in the dark about the world beyond the manor’s walls.

The servants kept their conversations with her strictly to the topic of meals.

Louis‘ absence became a constant, leaving Genevieve grappling with a growing sense of unease.

The dawn of the third day brought with it the arrival of Linda.

Taking in Genevieve’s noticeably diminished figure, Linda couldn’t help but sympathize.

It was unclear to Genevieve whether Linda was privy to Louis‘ true identity. Nonetheless, Linda chose to remain

silent on the matter.

‘Louis is quite pitiful, isn’t he?‘ she thought.

Linda pursed her lips before saying, “Gen, I’ve been sent to check up on you. Are you sure you don’t want to

stay?”

Genevieve’s response was a shake of her head.

Linda was not surprised. Instead, she offered a comforting smile as she tenderly bru aside a strand of

Genevieve’s hair.

From her bag, Linda produced a minuscule cube, no larger than a fingernail, and discreetly filled it with a

substance.

“This,” Linda began, “is a special medication designed to induce an acute heart attack. When they take you to the hospital, a car will be waiting for you.

freedom was to extricate herself from

to meet Linda’s as a myriad of emotions

shoulder in a

send Linda here? If not, who asked her to help me?” Genevieve pondered,

breakfast and under the cover of the servant’s inattention, she ingested the

in the living room, feigning interest in a

before the medication’s

Her complexion turned deathly pale in moments. As

heart fluttered painfully with each

up on the floor, Genevieve’s body twitched slightly.

her ears rendered her deaf to the frantic voices around her. Yet, she could see

knew it, Genevieve was being ushered into a black Lincoln, her vision blurred by tears–though whether from pain or emotion, she couldn’t tell.

her as the car sped away, but

stability was compromised, jerking erratically as though the driver had made a desperate attempt

without warning, Genevieve was

urgently calling for help. Simultaneously, the driver and bodyguards leaped from the

was distinguished by its unique

car drove straight ahead and crashed into the Lincoln.

the myriad others. His

toil in mere

evidence in his possession, he

relationship with Austin, his stepson, had always been strained, marked by hostility and

him to the Hoffman family

allied with the real Louis, aiming to thwart David at every turn.

orchestrated what was to be Austin’s fatal car accident. Yet,

blurred by rage,

as flames erupted and smoke billowed into the sky, dyeing it

Genevieve

for their narrow escape. They reached out

observing the scene unfold from a nearby high–rise,

steadied herself and announced, “Let her go. I’ve dealt with David myself, on your behalf.

ended the call, tears streamed down her face, one after

the years, under Austin’s watchful eye, she had led a life of comfort and

she get his hands dirty now?

removed from

in the company and was well aware of the truths