LOGIN"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.The morning sun streamed through the windows of their villa in Amalfi. Liora slowly opened her eyes and found Xavier already sitting on the balcony, gazing at the shimmering sea. There was a calmness in his face, something she rarely saw before, as if all the weight of the world had finally been placed somewhere he no longer had to carry it alone.“Awake this early?” Liora asked.Xavier turned and smiled. “I just wanted to remember this. The sound of the waves, the salty air, if I could bottle it, I’d take it home with me.”Liora stepped closer and sat beside him. “You can keep it here,” she said, tapping his chest lightly. “As long as you don’t forget how it feels.”Xavier gazed into the distance. “I won’t forget.”Liora took his hand in hers.Their plane took off that afternoon. Evan pressed his face to the window, pointing at clouds shaped like animals. Elis slept in Liora’s lap. Xavier watched them with a soft expression, two small reasons that made him smile even under the same s
Morning in Italy felt different. Sunlight streamed through the olive branches that swayed gently in the courtyard of the small villa where they were staying. Liora sat on the terrace with a cup of coffee in hand, wearing a simple cream-colored dress. Her hair was loose, softly tousled by the wind. From inside the villa came the sound of Evan and Elis laughing, arguing over a straw hat.“Dad said this is an adventurer’s hat,” Evan insisted.Elis crossed her arms. “Papa said I’m the pretty one when I wear it!”Xavier appeared at the doorway, still in a white casual shirt and linen trousers. He held a camera in his hand.“If you two keep arguing, I’ll take a photo right now and send it to Grandma. She can decide who deserves the hat most.”The children immediately stopped fighting. Liora chuckled softly, watching her husband quietly snap a picture of them.“You’re enjoying being a spontaneous photographer,” she teased.Xavier sat down beside her.“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Liora murmured.“Y
Xavier looked at Liora’s face, which reflected the soft glow of the garden lights. The smile on his wife’s lips slowly dissolved all the weariness in his chest.“Vacation, huh?” Xavier murmured, as if trying to imagine the word. “It’s been a long time since I’ve heard that word in my life.”“Exactly. You need to pause for a while. We all do. Max and Isabelle have started their new life. Now it’s our turn to enjoy ours,” Liora said.Xavier looked at her for a long moment, then lowered his gaze to their two children, still asleep on the chairs.“Maybe you’re right. They’re growing so fast, I don’t want to miss it.”“So?” Liora asked teasingly.Xavier raised an eyebrow. “You’ve already planned everything, haven’t you?”Liora pretended to look away. “Maybe a little.”“Liora,” Xavier’s voice was half a laugh, half resignation. “You’re always one step ahead of me.”The next morning, the Wrenford house was filled with the aroma of breakfast and the sight of suitcases lined up by the door. Ev
In the Wrenford mansion’s backyard, white tents stood tall, adorned with neatly arranged fresh flowers along the path. It was a big day for Max, the man who had stood beside Xavier from the very beginning, from boardrooms to moments of crisis.Xavier stood on the upper balcony, gazing down. From there, he could see Max in a light gray suit talking with guests. His steps were steady, yet Xavier noticed the small movement of Max’s hand, the way he tapped his fingers against his pants whenever he felt nervous.Isabelle, his sister, had just stepped out of the house accompanied by Liora. A simple white gown graced her figure, her hair tied up in a soft bun decorated with tiny pearls. Liora adjusted her veil while Evan and Elis stood on the steps, each holding a small basket of flowers.“Dad, can I throw the petals now?” Evan asked impatiently.“Not yet,” Xavier replied, patting his son’s shoulder. “After Aunt Isabelle walks, then you can throw them, okay?”Elis nodded, her expression seri
A few days after that, Xavier’s house returned to its usual rhythm: the sound of small footsteps, short bursts of laughter, and first words that were not always clear in meaning but always made Liora smile.That morning Evan walked with enthusiastic little limping steps, dragging a cloth lion doll that had once been a gift from Liora. Elis, calmer but just as curious, followed behind carrying a bottle cap she considered a treasure.“Do not fight over it…” Liora warned before anything happened. But of course, she was too late, Elis grabbed the lion’s tail and Evan immediately screamed in protest.Xavier appeared from the kitchen with two slices of toast. “Good morning.”Evan immediately ran toward Xavier and hugged his father’s leg. Xavier lifted the child with one arm as if his body had no weight.“Hey, little fighter.”“Papa?” Evan mumbled half asleep.Elis saw that from Liora’s arms and began whining, asking to be carried too.Xavier laughed. “Alright, alright. Social justice applie
On Max’s apartment balcony. Isabelle sat on the rattan chair with her hair down, while Max arranged two cups of tea on the small table between them.“So we are really going to do it?” I asked.Max looked at her, the corner of his lips lifting. “If by doing it you mean getting married, yes. It is time, right?”Isabelle pretended to think. “I am still waiting for the possibility that you might change your mind.”“I already talked to Xavier, and he patted my shoulder and said ‘finally’. There is no way I will back out after that,” Max said.Isabelle smiled wide. “So he agreed?”“He did not just agree. He said, ‘If she makes you happy, I will be the witness myself.’”Isabelle’s face turned red. “Wait, he really said that?”“With a serious expression. And Liora? She called me two hours later just to make sure I had prepared the ring.”Isabelle laughed and bent her head. “Aunt Liora really can never hold back her enthusiasm.”“She even said she wants to help with the decoration if we get ma


















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