All Chapters of The Wealthy Divorcee: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

The bathroom door creaked open with a hiss of steam, and Kelvin stepped out, lazily drying his tousled hair with a towel. A second one hung low around his waist, revealing a lean torso that looked like it was chiseled in a gym and polished by the paparazzi. He strolled into the living room, his bare feet silent against the polished hardwood floor. “Hey, Jen,” he called out, stretching one arm above his head, “You’re so extra, you know that? Ordering a Hermès scarf for a tiger? A tiger, Jenna.” Jenna was lounging on the couch, one leg crossed over the other, scrolling through her phone. She didn’t even glance up. “Don’t question my parenting choices. Tiara deserves the best.” At that moment, Tiara trotted over in her

Jenna sipped her espresso in silence, legs crossed on her penthouse balcony while Tiara rested by her feet, lazily swatting a feather toy. The city below was buzzing with morning chaos, but nothing compared to the digital wildfire unraveling online. Rumors. Again. Her phone vibrated for the tenth time in five minutes. Another headline. Another scandal with her name splashed across it. "Jenna Hidalgo Caught Between Three Men? Fans Speculate Affairs with Superstar Kelvin, Tech Mogul Gino, and Secret Lover Cris?" She let out a slow breath, unreadable, yet inwardly amused. The tabloid had even used a photo collage with red arrows pointing at each man. One paparazzi shot showed Kelvin shirtless, coming out of her condo—with Tiara in the background. Classic. She was about to call Kelvin to laugh about it when her phone buzzed with a message from Luke. Luke: Need to talk. It's about the rumor leak throughout the internet. Moments later, Luke arrived, perfectly crisp in a nav

The golden glow of the ballroom had dimmed, but the tension in the air lingered like expensive perfume on silk. Jenna stood at the edge of the now-curious crowd, chin raised, her gaze cutting through what remained of the evening's illusion. The two women who had allied with Emely now stood stiffly, like porcelain dolls with cracks beginning to show.She walked toward them slowly, with no hurry in her step. Chris remained by her side, his expression unreadable, while he trailed behind with a tablet in hand, always the quiet executor."Ladies," Jenna began her voice a smooth contrast to the steel in her words. "I've given you your moment. Now it's time you give me mine."The first woman, Claire Vasquez, gulped audibly. The other—Lea Franco—tried to keep her spine straight, but her trembling hands betrayed her."I assume you know who your fathers are," Jenna said sweetly, almost mockingly. "Or maybe I should be speaking to them directly?""You wouldn't—" Claire whispered, color draining h

The grand dining hall of the Anderson Mansion echoed with laughter and the gentle clinking of silverware. It had been years since the house felt so alive. Jenna, Gino, Kelvin, and their father, Marcus, sat at the head of a long table adorned with exquisite dishes and vintage wine.Marcus beamed with pride. “Having you all here tonight… reminds me of the old days. But it feels even better now. You’ve all grown into such fine individuals.”Kelvin raised his glass. “To family… and Jenna, who still knows how to put on a show like no other.”Jenna laughed, her cheeks flushed from wine and the warmth of being surrounded by the people she loved.After dinner, they moved to the lounge. Already tipsy and giggly, Jenna grabbed one of Gino’s six pieces of luggage and began pulling out designer bags, perfumes, shoes, and accessories.“I feel like it’s my birthday,” she said as she laid everything out on the grand velvet couch.Gino handed a few bags to Kelvin. “There. I was feeling generous.”Kel

Alice was dumbfounded.Her practiced smile, perfected in front of mirrors and gossip columns, gradually stiffened. The corners of her lips twitched awkwardly, then collapsed completely as Jenna’s cold stare bore into her like a spotlight. Jenna’s lips curled into a victorious smirk, clearly savoring the moment.Stella let out a low chuckle. “You two should really get lost. You’re not just thick-skinned freeloaders—you’re embarrassing yourselves in front of an entire staff trained to pamper us, not the peanut gallery.”The boutique manager nervously stepped in, watching the tension spike like a crashing stock market. She had worked hard to get this partnership with Jenna and couldn’t risk losing such a high-profile VVIP.“Miss Hidalgo,” she said with forced calm, “we truly value your presence, but I must ask again—could you please wait downstairs? This suite was reserved in advance.”Elena, still fuming, crossed her arms and snapped, “I already said—I’ll buy everything she picked out.