365 Days To Ruin My Ex Husband’s Life

1: I’m DyingDay 1/365 DaysVICKY"Your heart is very weak, and despite treatment, we’re afraid you may only have about 365 days left."These were the words that made my world stop. What was I going to do now? My husband wouldn't take this news well...Williams wouldn't take this news well.William Jake, the man I married right after high school. My first love. My everything. For eight years, he had been my protector, my best friend, my person. He wasn't perfect, but he tried. He brought me breakfast in bed after long shifts, left sweet notes, and held me like I was all that mattered in the world. We dreamed together. We struggled together. We built this life brick by brick, hand in hand. But that all that had changed and I don’t know why.About two years ago, something in him shut down. Slowly at first. He stopped answering my texts. He barely touched me anymore. Then came the silence. The cold stares. The yelling when I made even a small mistake. The nights he didn't come home. I bla

3; Deeper Betrayal Day 2/365 DaysVICKYI woke up to silence.The morning light peeked through the curtains; it was soft and warm against my face, but something felt off. The house was too quiet. Valerie wasn't beside me anymore. We had slept together in the same bed last night like when we were younger. Val had never been a morning person, so it was surprising that she was up so early."Val..." I called out, my voice still groggy with sleep, but there was no response."She couldn't have gone to work already... Not this early." I yawned.My throat was dry. I doubted I ate anything yesterday. "Maybe Val made breakfast," I muttered, dragging myself out of bed slowly, my body still sore from everything I'd been through. The ache in my chest wasn't just physical—it was emotional too. I had cried too much.I didn't want to think about today. I walked into the kitchen and grabbed a glass of water.Then I heard it.Two voices. Low, hushed. A man's voice, and then another. These were fami

CHAPTER FIVE: The Billionaire Deal2 / 365VICKYI blinked. Not once, not twice…but three full times.What did he just say?Rue started walking toward me where I stood frozen. I was stunned…no, furious. My face burned with disbelief and annoyance. How could he make such an expensive joke?“I’ll explain later,” Rue whispered, wrapping me in what looked like a comforting hug. “Just bail me out while she’s here.”“Why would you say something like that without my consent?” I hissed through clenched teeth.“Just help me get rid of her for now,” he whispered again.He gently pulled away from the hug and grabbed my wrist softly, leading me down the stairs.“Is it true, my dear? You two are getting married?” his grandmother asked, her eyes sparkling with excitement.I nodded, mostly because I couldn’t even open my mouth to speak. She immediately burst into claps and laughter, spinning in joy. I turned to Rue. He must’ve been a constant source of heartache for her.Rue Rogers. The only Rogers

Chapter 7 – Just Stuff, Right?3/365 Days. VICKYWe’ll agree Rue was done bragging about the billionaire he was and who exactly i was getting married to , he offered me breakfast . It was just toast and juice , Nothing extra but i appreciated the effort , he didn’t eat much but he sat down with me while i ate , Wiliams never did that , instead he hated to even see me relax eating or just having a snack , he would make fun of me for it. “ So what are your plans today ? i already told you about my PR team , Fill me in on your own schedule”“I need to go to my ex-husband’s house,” I said to Rue after breakfast.He raised a brow without looking up from his tablet. “Why?”“I left some important documents there. I don’t want to give him the excuse to throw my name around later.”Rue set the tablet aside and gave me his full attention. “You want me to take you?”“Just a quick drive,” I said. “You can wait outside. I won’t be long.”Fifteen minutes later, we were in one of Rue’s cars—a slee

Chapter 9: Mannequin in Gucci Day 3/365VICKY“I think we should celebrate,” Rue said, his voice light and teasing as he helped me down from the final fitting platform.I looked at him through the mirror, still trying to process everything. I didn’t even recognize myself anymore. The makeup was soft and flawless, my hair was done in soft waves, and the dress I wore made me feel like someone important. Someone expensive.“Celebrate what exactly?” I asked, turning to face him.“You,” Rue smiled. “The makeover. The new beginning. Everything.”“I don’t think I’m ready,” I said quietly. “I don’t want to announce anything yet. People will start talking.”“They’ll talk anyway,” he said, walking closer. “Let them. You don’t have to worry. I’ll handle it.”“I still think it’s too soon.”“It’s just dinner, Vicky. You need to eat, don’t you?” he said with a small laugh.“Okay,” I muttered, giving in. “Just dinner.”“That’s more like it,” he said and turned to his team. “We’re ready to go.”Ever