All Chapters of The Goddess of Divorce Made Me His Boss : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Vanya POv The kiss was hungry, desperate, like they had been starving for each other for years. Bernard's hands gripped Tracy's waist possessively as he pressed her against the hospital wall, their bodies molding together in a way that made my stomach turn. This wasn't a gentle, loving kiss. This was raw passion, lust, everything that had been missing from my marriage for so long.I stood frozen in the doorway, unable to move as I watched my husband devour my best friend's mouth like a man dying of thirst. Tracy moaned softly against his lips, her fingers tangling in his hair as she pulled him closer, deeper into the kiss that was destroying my entire world."God, I've missed you so much," Bernard whispered against her neck, his voice thick with desire I hadn't heard in years. "These past few days of pretending to care about her have been torture."Tracy giggled breathlessly, tilting her head back to give him better access to her throat. "I know, baby. But we have to be careful. She

Richmond POV "Who is that?"The words left my mouth before I could stop them as I stepped out of my black Mercedes in front of Fernandez Real Estate, my company's flagship building. Every employee in the vicinity immediately straightened up and rushed toward me with respectful greetings."Good afternoon, President Fernandez!""Welcome back, sir!""How was your meeting in Los Angeles, President?"I barely heard their voices because my entire attention was focused on the most stunning woman I had ever seen in my thirty-two years of life. She was walking out of my building with an elegance that made every other person on the busy Sacramento street look like they were moving in slow motion.Everything about her was perfection. Her skin seemed to glow under the afternoon sun, smooth and radiant like polished porcelain. Her hair fell in soft waves around her shoulders, catching the light and making her look like she had stepped out of a magazine cover. The emerald green dress she wore hugg

Vanya POV I pulled the thick manila envelope from my designer purse and held it up for everyone to see. The room fell into complete silence as all eyes focused on the legal documents in my hands. The power I felt in that moment was intoxicating, like electricity flowing through my veins."This, my dear husband," I said, my voice clear and strong as I stepped closer to Bernard, "is your divorce papers."I slammed the envelope against his chest so hard that he stumbled backward, his face going from shock to confusion to anger in a matter of seconds."What the hell are you talking about?" he sputtered, but I could see the fear creeping into his eyes."Read through it carefully," I commanded, my voice ice cold. "Sign it, fuck off with your pathetic future plans, and get out of MY house."The reaction was immediate and explosive. Bernard's friends burst into laughter, some of them doubling over and pointing at me like I was the funniest thing they'd ever seen."Your house?" one of them wh

Vanya POV I watched Bernard's face turn pale as I held my phone up, and I knew I had them exactly where I wanted them. The power rushing through my veins was intoxicating, and I could feel Athena's strength flowing through me like liquid fire."You want to know what I heard in that hospital room?" I asked, my voice cutting through the silence like a blade. "Let me paint you a picture of just how disgusting you two really are."I looked directly at Tracy, whose face had gone from white to green. "While I was lying there with a concussion, broken ribs, and internal bleeding from saving both your pathetic lives, you two were making out like horny teenagers right beside my hospital bed."The party guests gasped collectively, their phones recording every word as the drama unfolded."That's not true," Tracy stammered, but her voice lacked conviction."Oh, but it is," I continued, my smile growing wider. "You thought I was unconscious, so you felt free to discuss how much you hated me, how

Vanya POV I stood in my destroyed living room, looking at the cake smeared on the walls and the balloon pieces scattered across the expensive marble floor. My hands were shaking from adrenaline, and I could feel tears trying to push their way out of my eyes. But they weren't tears of sadness anymore. They were tears of relief, of freedom, of finally standing up for myself after five long years. The man who had saved me was still standing there, watching me with kind eyes. He was tall and handsome in a quiet way, with dark hair and a gentle face that made me feel safe. His clothes were simple - a blue work shirt and dark pants - but there was something about him that seemed different from other men I had met. "Thank you," I said, turning to face him properly. "I don't know what would have happened if you hadn't shown up when you did. They were getting really angry, and I was starting to worry they might try to hurt me." "No