DUMPING MY BILLIONAIRE WIFE

CHAPTER 3

“You heard the child, Earl! Now leave!”

The sharp voice came from the man who had been standing so close to Kennah just moments ago. His tone was cold, mocking, and full of contempt. He stepped forward slightly, placing himself between Earl and the others, as if claiming ownership over the situation.

“You can’t be a father to her,” the man continued, his lips curling into a cruel smile. “You’re poor. You’re trash. Where is that academic excellence everyone talked about back when we were in college, huh?”

He looked around at the people gathered near the pool, spreading his arms as if presenting a spectacle.

“Look at him,” he said loudly. “This man is nothing but a beggar. He survives only by begging for scraps.”

The words hit Earl harder than any slap. His chest tightened, his ears rang, and for a moment, everything around him blurred. Laughter, whispers, and gasps filled the air, but all he could hear was the echo of humiliation pounding inside his head.

Earl clenched his fists. His whole body trembled—not from fear, but from rage and desperation. He looked at his daughter, Bella, standing there with tears in her eyes, confused and scared, surrounded by people who judged her father without knowing his sacrifices.

He couldn’t accept it.

Without another word, Earl suddenly reached out, lifted Bella into his arms, and ran.

Gasps erupted from the crowd as he sprinted away from the pool area, his feet pounding against the ground as he headed toward the highway. Bella struggled in his arms, hitting his chest weakly, trying to free herself.

“Let me go!” she cried. “Let me go!”

“I won’t let you be spoiled by them, Bella,” Earl said breathlessly, his voice breaking but firm. “They won’t do any good to you. I won’t let them turn you into someone heartless.”

Bella cried harder, her small body shaking as she struggled against him.

“Leave me alone, Dad! Leave me alone!” she screamed, her voice filled with fear and anger.

Behind them, chaos erupted. People shouted. Some followed. Others stood frozen in shock. Kennah ran after them, her face pale, her heart pounding violently in her chest as she saw Earl running dangerously close to the road with their child.

“Earl!” she shouted. “Have you lost your mind?!”

Her heels clicked against the pavement as she tried to catch up, panic flooding her voice.

“Let our child live!” Kennah cried. “Let her choose the life she wants! Don’t drag her into this nonsense!”

Her words pierced Earl’s heart, but his legs kept moving. He felt trapped—cornered by humiliation, betrayal, and the fear of losing his daughter forever.

Finally, near the edge of the road, Earl stopped.

Breathing heavily, he slowly put Bella down on the ground. Cars rushed past them, headlights flashing, engines roaring loudly in the night. The sound alone was enough to make anyone nervous.

Bella stood there, trembling.

And then, in a moment no one expected, Bella pushed him.

The movement was sudden and unsteady—born out of fear, confusion, and anger. Earl lost his balance.

He stepped backward.

Straight into the road.

Everything happened in seconds.

A speeding car came out of nowhere.

The loud screech of brakes tore through the night.

Then—

Impact.

A sickening sound echoed as Earl’s body was struck and thrown onto the pavement. His body landed hard, unmoving, blood quickly spreading beneath him.

Silence followed.

The crowd froze.

Kennah’s scream caught in her throat as her eyes locked onto Earl’s broken figure lying on the road. Her knees weakened, and her heart felt like it stopped beating.

Bella stood there in shock, her face drained of color. Her toys slipped from her hands and fell to the ground.

“D-Dad…?” she whispered.

Terror finally consumed her.

Bella turned and ran—straight toward her mother—crying uncontrollably as the reality of what had just happened crashed down on her.

Kennah felt the world collapse around her.

“E-Earl!” she screamed.

She tried to run toward him, her body moving on instinct, desperation overpowering everything else. Her chest burned, her legs shaking as she pushed forward, tears streaming freely down her face.

But before she could reach him, a strong hand grabbed her arm.

Damon Elwood.

The same man who had once been her lover.

The same man she had just given the expensive watch to.

He stopped her firmly, his grip tight, his eyes cold and calculating as he stared at the bloodied figure lying motionless on the ground.

“No,” Damon said quietly.

Kennah looked at him in disbelief, her heart breaking apart.

“No,” he repeated, his voice calm but dangerous. “Do not involve yourself in this.”

Kennah shook her head violently. “Let go of me! That’s my—”

“That man knows nothing about you,” Damon interrupted, his eyes never leaving Earl’s body. “And if the public finds out anything about what happened between you two…”

He paused, then spoke in a low, threatening tone.

“It will shatter the image of the Muller family.”

Kennah felt her breath leave her body.

She stared at Earl’s bloodied figure on the ground, her hands trembling, her heart torn between fear, guilt, and a truth she could no longer run from.

Sirens echoed faintly in the distance.

And for the first time that night, the wealth, the power, and the luxury surrounding her felt painfully meaningless.

She was about to leave, dragged away by Damon, her wrist tightly held in his grasp. Kennah stumbled slightly as she was pulled back, her eyes still locked on Earl’s unmoving body. Behind her, Bella’s cries echoed through the night—raw, broken, filled with disbelief.

“Daddy! Daddy!” the child screamed, her small voice trembling as tears streamed down her face.

Kennah tried to turn back, her heart screaming louder than her mind, but Damon did not loosen his grip. He pulled her farther away, his expression hard, unyielding, as if what lay on the road no longer mattered.

Then suddenly, a car door opened.

The sharp sound cut through the chaos.

From the very car that had accidentally hit Earl, a woman stepped out. She was dressed in expensive clothes, her heels clicking against the pavement as she rushed forward. Her face showed shock—but not hesitation. Without caring about the blood staining the road, she knelt beside Earl.

Gasps rippled through the crowd.

The woman carefully lifted his head, her hands steady as she checked his breathing. Blood soaked his clothes, warm and dark, but she did not pull away. Instead, she called out urgently for help, her voice firm and commanding.

Kennah froze.

Her steps stopped.

Her heart pounded violently as she turned her head and saw it—the unfamiliar woman holding Earl, shielding his broken body as if it mattered, as if his life was worth saving.