"I want a divorce, Liora," said Noah Anderson. Liora never expected to be divorced by her husband—especially after he had an affair with her best friend, Bella. To make things worse, Noah had taken out a huge loan from the bank using Liora’s name as collateral. She was thrown out of her own home and left to carry the burden of her ex-husband’s debts. Years later, Liora returned—no longer the broken woman she once was, but the wife of a powerful billionaire. And this time, she was ready to take revenge on the man who once discarded her like she meant nothing.
View More"I want a divorce, Liora," said Noah Anderson.
Liora fell silent for a moment after hearing her husband's words. She hadn't expected to be divorced on the same day her parents had just died in an accident. Tears slowly rolled down her cheeks. Is this real? That was the only thing running through her mind. Her husband, who had loved her so deeply and always shown her off in front of everyone, was now asking for a divorce when there was nothing wrong between them. "Why are you just standing there? Pack your things!" Noah continued coldly. There wasn't even a hint of pity in the man's eyes. He stared at his wife with an expressionless face. Noah stood up and threw the divorce papers at Liora's face. The papers fell to the floor. "What did I do wrong? Why are you asking for a divorce when my parents' graves are still fresh? If I've done something wrong, I'm sorry," said Liora as she wiped her tears. Noah turned his face away. He picked up the papers and placed them on the table. He walked over to a chair and sat down, glancing at Liora once more. His wife was indeed beautiful, with golden blonde hair and striking green eyes, but that was no longer enough for Noah—who needed a lot of money to cover the losses in his company. The door opened. A beautiful woman with long black hair stepped inside. Liora watched her as the woman immediately kissed Noah's cheek. Liora's eyes widened. So this was one of the reasons her husband wanted a divorce. Her own best friend, Bella, was having an affair with Noah. Bella took something out of her bag and handed a pregnancy test to Noah. The man looked pleased and didn't hesitate to kiss Bella on the lips right in front of his wife. Liora clenched her fists as her cheeks grew wetter with tears. Without thinking, she rushed toward Bella, slapped her across the face, and pulled her hair. "Argh! What are you doing? You're insane!" Bella screamed loudly. "I should be the one asking! What are you doing with my husband? Are you two cheating behind my back?" Liora shouted, still yanking Bella's hair. "Liora, let go of my girlfriend! She's carrying my child!" Noah yelled, pushing Liora so hard that she fell to the floor. Liora looked up at Noah, who was defending Bella right in front of her. The pregnancy test proved she had lost. That mistress could give Noah a child, while she could not. "Honey, are you okay?" Noah asked Bella, his voice full of concern. "My stomach hurts so bad," Bella replied, glancing at Liora with a mocking look. "If anything happens to our baby, I'll never forgive you, Liora!" Noah shouted. "I don't care if that baby dies! That would be better!" Liora said flatly. She didn't even know what to think anymore. She was completely disappointed in Noah. All this time, she had helped him build his business. Her name had been used as collateral at the bank, and lately, she'd been terrorized by debt collectors because Noah couldn't pay his debts. Liora moved closer again, ready to slap Bella's face once more. Noah quickly pulled Bella into his arms, shielding her. "Bring her to me! I need to teach this shameless woman a lesson!" Liora snapped. "Don't touch her!" Noah pushed Liora's hand away, glaring sharply at her. Liora wiped her tears with the back of her hand. "Fine, Noah. If this is what you want—if she's your choice—then take it all. This house, this car, the business we built together. But remember, one day, you'll come crawling back to me." Noah just scoffed, refusing to respond to Liora's words. Bella stared at Liora, her eyes glassy with tears, but her cheek still burned from the slap. "Leave now, Liora. I'm sick of looking at you. I've already hired a lawyer and we'll finalize the divorce tomorrow," Noah said flatly. "And what about your debts under my name?" Liora asked. "Oh, that's your problem," Noah replied casually, as if he wasn't to blame for dragging her name into his debts. Liora walked into their bedroom. The large wardrobe was still neatly filled with expensive dresses—all chosen by Noah, supposedly for his "prideful wife." She took only a small suitcase, packing a few clothes and some important documents. At that moment, her phone rang again—it was the bank. She wiped her face roughly. Why had she been so stupid to trust Noah? The only thing she could do now was switch off her phone, just to ease her mind a little. She also found their old photo album from when they were in college together. She never imagined Bella would be the one to destroy her marriage, especially since that woman had her own boyfriend. "They really have no shame!" After packing her things, she left the bedroom and passed through the living room. There was Bella, sitting and rubbing her belly, while Noah smoked casually as if he'd just fired an unimportant employee. With steady steps, Liora left the house—this house that would probably be repossessed by the bank soon. But that was better than letting a place full of memories of her and Noah be taken over by him and that shameless woman. Liora held back her tears as she clutched her phone. No taxis passed through this exclusive housing complex. In the end, with just a small umbrella, she walked through the black gates on foot. After nearly an hour of walking, an old taxi finally stopped. The driver looked at Liora in surprise—who was this glamorous-looking woman, now soaked through and hugging a suitcase on the side of the road? "Where to, Miss?" "To the nearest hotel," Liora replied. The driver just nodded and took Liora to her destination. Her mind was a mess. She couldn't think straight about what to do next. She had no family left, and the money in her account would only last her a month. When she arrived at the hotel, Liora stepped inside. From a distance, inside a sleek black car, a man watched her closely. He lowered his sunglasses, his blue eyes following her every step as she entered the hotel building.In the family room, Xavier was reviewing several files he had brought home from the office. Liora sat on the sofa, enjoying a cup of warm tea while occasionally caressing her growing belly.The calm atmosphere was suddenly disrupted by a knock on the large door. Moments later, Damien entered with his usual flair—casual, confident smile, always carrying an energy that seemed to shift the room. He wore sporty casual attire: a white polo shirt, beige trousers, and golf gloves hanging from his waist.“Xavier!” Damien called out cheerfully, as if the house were his own. “The weather’s perfect. Come play golf with me. You’ve been buried in meetings and documents for too long. You need fresh air.”Xavier lifted his face briefly, then returned to his papers. “I don’t have time for games.”Damien came closer, patting his cousin’s shoulder in a mock-friendly way.“Come on, cousin. You won’t die from taking one morning off work. Besides, golf isn’t just sport—it’s strategy. Many big business dea
That night, the sky outside the bedroom window was dark. Liora lay on her side on the large bed, eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling. Her growing belly made sleeping positions uncomfortable, and on top of that, her legs ached as if pricked by fine needles. She had changed positions several times, but none felt right.With a frustrated sigh, she slowly sat on the edge of the bed. She rubbed her calves, which felt stiff, hoping a little massage might help. But the more she rubbed, the more the stabbing pain grew.She glanced to the side. Xavier lay with a calm face, his breathing steady. For a moment Liora hesitated to wake him. She knew how busy her husband had been lately—days of meetings, overseeing the construction of the new building, and dealing with legal problems that never seemed to end.But the ache kept getting worse. Liora bit her lip, then finally touched Xavier’s arm lightly.“Xavier,” she whispered.He stirred for a moment, then his brows furrowed and his eyes opened s
Xavier sat in his black leather chair, a financial report file open on the desk. But his eyes weren’t really looking at the numbers. The door creaked softly. Max entered with a cautious expression.“I think you need to know something.”Xavier closed the file, fixing him with a sharp look. “What is it?”“Just now, a guard at the mansion accidentally overheard a conversation between Madam Amanda and Miss Isabelle. They didn’t realize someone else was near the family room corridor.”Xavier’s eyebrow lifted. “And?”“Madam Amanda scolded Miss Isabelle for visiting Madam Liora. Amanda forbade her from getting close to Madam, but Miss Isabelle defended Madam Liora.”“Defended her?” Xavier asked.“Yes, sir. She said Liora is not an outsider. She is your lawful wife, and moreover, pregnant. Miss Isabelle refused to keep blaming Liora for the old scandal. She even compared our family’s attitude to the Granthams, saying we shouldn’t just protect our image while closing our eyes to the truth.”Xa
Liora sat in the living room, wearing a loose dress. Her growing belly made her movements slower, but her face looked brighter, better than it had a few weeks ago.A servant suddenly entered, bowing politely.“Madam, there’s a guest who wishes to see you.”Liora frowned. “Who?”The servant hesitated for a moment before answering, “Miss Isabelle Wrenford.”Liora froze. She could hardly believe what she had just heard. Isabelle?“Bring her in,” Liora said.The door opened. Isabelle stepped in, wearing a simple yet elegant dress, her long black hair neatly flowing down. In her hands, she carried a basket of fresh fruit wrapped with a golden ribbon.“Isabelle?”Isabelle gave her a brief glance, then walked closer. “These are just fruits. Don’t think too much of it. I simply don’t want to be considered rude by letting my sister-in-law carry twins without visiting.”“Thank you. That means a lot to me,” Liora replied.She rose slowly, helped by a servant, then received the fruit basket with
Sunlight streamed through the large windows of Xavier’s house. Liora leaned back on the sofa, her hand rubbing the belly that was beginning to swell. In the last few days her nausea had lessened, but something else had taken its place: sudden cravings that arrived unpredictably, sometimes strange.She closed her eyes for a moment, trying to nap. But the faint smell from the kitchen — the servants preparing dinner — made her stomach churn. Not ordinary hunger, something more specific, more demanding.Her eyes flew open.“Pasta,” she whispered.She straightened, then looked toward the door. “I want pasta, but not just any pasta…”A passing servant glanced over, puzzled. “Madam, I can ask the chef to make it.”Liora shook her head quickly, her face earnest as if discussing something urgent.“No. I want Xavier’s pasta.”The servant hesitated for a few seconds, then bowed politely before leaving. He knew he had to report this to the master of the house.Xavier had just come in from his stu
The smell of something burnt lingered among the ruins. The once-proud Wrenford building now stood like a rusty steel skeleton. Shattered glass lay scattered across the floor, charred walls crumbled, and the remains of documents turned to ash drifted away in the evening wind.Xavier stood tall in the middle of the wreckage, his black suit in stark contrast to the dust and soot surrounding him. A few Wrenford relatives stood behind him, whispering among themselves, their faces reflecting both pity and concern as they looked at what was left of the building.Damien stood to his right, both hands shoved into his trouser pockets.“It’s not as bad as I imagined. The core walls are still intact, the foundation isn’t cracked. If you ask me, this building can still be used. With a little renovation, we could save hundreds of millions,” he said.Xavier turned, his gaze cold. “I do plan to use it again, but only for secondary functions. The main hub will move to the new building under constructi
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