Todos los capítulos de I Want A Divorce, Mr. Billionaire!: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

PROLOGUE:Our three-year marriage is facing many challenges, and growing up as an orphan, who am I to expect anything better? My husband, Carter Whitlock, is everything I’ve ever dreamed of. Strong, kind, and fiercely devoted, he’s swept me off my feet from the moment we first met. In his arms, I’ve found solace and belonging. My mother-in-law, Elmyra, always has a disapproving gaze that’s never far from my side. The other members of the Whitlock family, too, seem to regard me with suspicion and disdain, as if I’m an interloper in their midst. I long to earn their acceptance, to prove myself worthy of their family name. Each day, I strive to be the perfect wife for Carter, tending to his needs with care and devotion. Yet no matter how hard I try, it seems as though I can never quite measure up to their expectations.Even so, a sense of determination always stirs within me. I won’t be cowed by their judgment, nor won’t I allow their harsh words to dim the light of my love for Carter.

CHAPTER 3: It all clicks. The late night calls, the flirtings, the unusual caring with Lillian - their chuckles in bed, my parents' coldness, Elmyra's sneers. My mind replays these scenes over and over again, like a broken record.I sit on the edge of the bed of the apartment I rented since last night, the weight of the world keeps pressing down on my shoulders.Just as I’m sinking deeper into the darkness of my thoughts, my phone shatters the silence. I jolt as I wipe away my tears. My hand trembles slightly as I glance at the screen. Then, my jaw clenches in anger when I see the caller ID—Lillian.“Really? You still have the guts to call me?” I hiss.-["Listen, Hazel, it's evident where his heart lies, and frankly, your dramatics won't change that. Just gracefully accept the truth and move on, like any sensible person would."]-Lilian says in her sweet voice, without a hint of remorse or shame.-[“We need to talk, Express Cafe, now.”]-My grip on the phone tightens, my nails diggi

CHAPTER 5:Divorce is never as easy as I thought it would be.-[“I’m calling to inform you that Mr. Thorne has decided to NOT take your case. We can recommend good divorce lawyers if needed….”]- The woman’s tone is cool and reserved over the phone.Confusion clouds my thoughts, and questions race through my mind—why would he turn me away? Is he busy? Or does he find my case not worthy of his time?I quickly rush to the law firm, hoping to personally meet and talk to Marius Throne, but I’m told by his secretary that appointments with Marius Throne are currently lined up for a month from now.So, he’s busy. Even so,... I’m still hoping that he’ll have a change of heart and accept my divorce case if only he can understand my situation. It’s a good case, hard case to be exact - my prenup agreement is harsh and my husband was caught cheating red-handed. This may pique his interest.The bustling lobby seems to shrink in an instant as I, lost in my thoughts, collide with someone in a shar

MARIUS’ POV:I never expected to see such fire in Hazel’s eyes, hidden beneath that soft, desperate plea for help. She’s stronger than I give her credit for, braver than I could have imagined. Hazel’s feign composed facade is completely exposed after unleashing a fierce slap across Carter's face. Soon after, she storms out, leaving behind a stunned, silenced crowd.Carter is frozen in humiliation. He had it coming, treating her with such disrespect and deceit. Maybe this slap will finally knock some sense into him.But, after sensing that Carter won’t make any effort to seek Hazel's explanation or apology, I follow Hazel outside, finding her huddled in the corner of the porch, her body wracking while she’s retching. I approach her cautiously, my handkerchief already in hand."Hazel, you okay?" I call softly.Hazel takes a moment to compose herself before turning to face me, tears streaking down her cheeks, her hand trembling as it covers her mouth. “Thank you,” she murmurs as she ac

“We’re not looking for a housewife.” Their words are like daggers piercing my already fragile confidence.For days, I’ve been on a fruitless quest, knocking on the doors of countless companies, only to be met with polite refusals, sympathetic smiles and sometimes rude and inappropriate criticisms. Each rejection letter weighs heavily on my heart.I’ve never finished college nor even experienced working for any kind of job, my dreams were put on hold when I fell in love with Carter. He has promised me the world, but instead, he has left me with nothing but shattered illusions and a mountain of regrets. Speaking of Carter, some of the companies I’ve applied to know him. The interviewers whispered among themselves, their eyes darting nervously, and sometimes mockingly, in my direction, as if I’m some kind of pariah tainted by association.Now, as I face the harsh reality of my situation, I can't help but curse myself for ever believing in him.***********Express Cafe is my last shot.