บททั้งหมดของ THE BILLIONAIRE'S REBORN WIFE: บทที่ 171 - บทที่ 180

When Winnie heard that, her expression darkened. Fighting back tears, she snapped, “That’s impossible. This house belongs to me. I do whatever I want and I decide who stays. Why the hell would I keep these nuisances—these annoying pricks—around to disgust me?”Barrister Anthony said evenly, “Please. Listen while I read your late mother’s will in full.”Reluctantly, Winnie sat back down, her face cold, eyes hard, lips pressed into a thin line.Anthony continued, “All my money belongs to my daughter, Winnie—cash, bank accounts, and any sums owed by debtors. However, she is not permitted to spend a night away from this house. The day she does—unless it is in her husband’s home—she will cease to be the owner of—”Winnie shot to her feet, furious. “Bullshit!”She’d already forgotten about throwing out the staff and Ethan’s couple. What truly ignited her was the condition that she couldn’t sleep elsewhere.“Why would my mother put such a ridiculous clause in her will?” she demanded. “It’s i

Winnie strode over, her face twisted with disgust. She gave a contemptuous snort. “I wish you’d both killed yourselves. Then I’d be the luckiest, happiest person alive. The fact that you’re still breathing sickens me. It’s irritating that you’re still here, wasting oxygen.”Ethan and Emily glared at her, but neither answered. They weren’t fully healed from their injuries, and they knew responding would only invite more suffering.Winnie’s lips curled in satisfaction. “One day, you’ll both leave this mansion.”With that, she turned and walked out. After the door shut, Ethan and Emily were left alone at the dining table.Ethan turned to Emily, hatred burning in his eyes. He sneered. “I’m divorcing you. You can’t call yourself my wife while you flaunt other men and shame me. You’re disgraceful. You’re disgusting. You don’t deserve to be my wife.”Emily let out a low, bitter chuckle, then looked at him with venom. “Divorce me and you’ll be thrown into the street like a beggar. No roof, no

Winnie kept listening as she drank. Ethan cracked open another can and drained it in one go, then said, “Life without alcohol is meaningless. After I lost everything, alcohol became my everything. It’s the only thing that makes reality bearable—the only way I can pour out the pain buried in my soul.”He turned to Winnie with a low chuckle. “Don’t be afraid of getting drunk. It’s heavenly—the best feeling you’ll ever have. Finish the whole can. Let me see.”Ethan watched her. She didn’t know what came over her, but she tipped the can back and swallowed every last drop. He opened another and handed it to her. They kept drinking until the room started to sway.With his gaze fixed on her, Ethan finally murmured, “You’re sexy—sexier than any woman I’ve ever seen. Every time I look at you, I regret marrying Emily. I was an idiot to overlook a rare gem like you and choose someone like her.”Winnie laughed, loose and tipsy. “If I’m so sexy, why did you say you’d reject me even if I threw myse

Emily snapped, “That isn’t the damn answer to what I asked. What are you trying to do with this whole charade? Are you wooing Winnie—for real?”Ethan chuckled, laughing like it was all a joke. When he finally quieted, he narrowed his eyes and drawled, “What—are you scared you’re going to lose me?”Emily’s expression hardened. “Stop deflecting and answer the damn question.”Ethan didn’t bother hiding it. He sneered. “Yes. I’m wooing Winnie. I want her to be my woman. Not just that—I want to divorce you and marry her. And when I do, you’ll be on your own. You won’t even have a roof over your head, because this place is ours as a couple. Once we’re not a couple, you’ve got no legal right to stay here. Got it?”That was when Emily understood his earlier threat hadn’t been casual at all. He meant it—he truly intended to put her out on the street.“She’ll never accept you,” Emily bit out through clenched teeth. “Keep plotting all you want—every plan you make will fail. You’ll never get away

Emily’s face crumpled as she asked, bitterly, “What’s so funny?”Ethan curled his lip, disgusted. “Everything. What’s even worse is you had to beg a man. You got on your knees and pleaded, and you’re so unattractive and unworthy he still wouldn’t stay.”Emily pressed her lips into a hard line. Anger burned in her chest, but no words came—because part of her hated that he might be right.Ethan didn’t stop. He leaned in, sneering. “You know what else is funny? We’ve been married for years and you never got pregnant. And even with your gigolo, you still couldn’t. What—are you barren?”Emily’s expression darkened. She let out a cold snort. “You’re the one who couldn’t get me pregnant. That’s why—”Ethan cut her off with a sharp laugh, his eyes narrowing. “I couldn’t get you pregnant because you’re barren. But I got Winnie pregnant. She’s carrying my baby.”Emily went still.“I’m calling my lawyer,” Ethan went on, voice slick with satisfaction. “I’m divorcing your cheating ass. While we pl