After Divorcing Me, He Went Broke!

Sarah looked up at the ceiling.“Ten more minutes,” she said quietly. “Tell him he can come in after ten minutes.”Hanosa bowed slightly and left, closing the door behind her. When her footsteps faded, Sarah stayed still on the bed.It was an unspoken rule between her and Ronan—something never discussed, yet always followed.Whenever he returned home, he never came straight into her room without permission. He always had Hanosa ask when he could enter, and she always answered in minutes.It was almost ironic, because he didn’t need to do that. The room was his too. He could have walked in whenever he wanted. But maybe that was how they kept the only thing left of their marriage—distance.Sarah rose from the bed and walked to the bathroom to freshen up. Usually, whenever Ronan wanted to see her, she would put in a lot of effort to look perfect for him. She would wear her most beautiful dress, apply a soft, expensive perfume, style her hair, and put on a little makeup.Once, she had e

That night, after Shenina’s birthday party ended, the Vexler residence finally grew quiet again. The guests had left, and the maids were busy cleaning up the remaining balloons, plates, and colorful ribbons scattered around the backyard. Sarah stayed until the very end of the event. She smiled, thanked each guest who said goodbye, and pretended not to see every time Mia walked beside Ronan, chatting warmly with the rest of the Vexler family. Inside Sarah's chest, the pain tightened, but she held it in. She had caused enough trouble earlier that day, and she didn’t want to make things worse by showing her sadness in front of everyone. All day long, Sarah tried to appear strong. She even helped the younger maids gather the presents, tidy up the cake table, and make sure all the children went home with their goodie bags. But every time her gaze accidentally met Mia’s, who was laughing softly in the living room with Madam Vexler and Miranda, Sarah’s chest grew heavier. In six years

Three days after their big fight, Ronan had gone abroad with his daughter and Mia for a short vacation. Now, he was back. He called one of the housemaids, Hanosa. “Where is Sarah?” he asked flatly while taking off his coat. “Is she in her room? Ask her when I can come in.” Hanosa lowered her head politely before answering carefully. “I’m sorry, Sir. Madam Sarah hasn’t returned yet. She left this morning. Maybe she’ll be home soon.” Ronan only nodded. After the maid left, Ronan walked toward Sarah’s room. After sleeping with Mia at her apartment, he planned to do the same with Sarah tonight. But now, he lay on Sarah’s bed, watching an adult video he had filmed with Mia. His reason was simple—he could never get aroused by his wife anymore. So he started to foreplay himself while waiting for her. But an hour passed. The clock on the wall showed eleven at night, and Ronan was still sitting on the edge of Sarah’s bed with a dark expression. He frowned and stared at