บททั้งหมดของ Let's Divorce, Mr. CEO!: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

“What a splendid party!” Amora’s loud voice rang out from the far end of the guests’ line facing the podium. The hall was decorated with pink balloons, filled with guests—children and adults alike. Amora’s eyes fell on her husband, Vicktor, hosting a birthday celebration. What cut even deeper was recognizing the woman in the ivory-white gown standing by his side. That woman was Lucy—her own friend. Driving her car, Amora had secretly followed Vicktor Caldwell, her husband, after she discovered a check, proof of payment for the hall, worth a billion. The dark secret had been revealed while she was tidying her husband’s study. “A-Amora…” Vicktor stammered, both nervous and shocked to see his wife’s sudden arrival. “Vick, don’t let Amora ruin Kelly’s party,” Lucy whispered softly. All eyes turned toward Amora as she walked slowly across the red carpet toward the podium. It wasn’t just Amora’s sudden arrival, but her full, rounded figure that shifted everyone’s attention solely

Hearing that question, Lucy felt her heart stop for a moment. The sharp gaze of the old man before her made her body stiffen. She knew he wasn’t just anyone. He was Robert Shane—Vicktor’s father-in-law, the owner of Shane Group—who now glared at her with deep suspicion. “I-I… I don’t know, Sir,” she whispered nervously, her voice trembling. Robert let out a harsh sigh, then turned his back. “Vicktor! You’ve truly made me furious!” he shouted while pulling out his phone, his fingers shaking as he dialed his son-in-law’s number. At that instant, Lucy felt her mind go blank. Panic mixed with fear consumed her. Slowly, she moved closer from behind. Without a second thought, both hands shoved Robert’s shoulders hard. Thud! The frail body was thrown against the wall by the poolside. Robert’s head hit with a sickening force, leaving a bluish bruise. “Damn you… you…!” Robert groaned, clutching his pain. Lucy’s breath came in ragged gasps, fear choking her throat. “I’m sorry… I’m

“Lucy, you’ve truly trampled on my dignity!” Amora’s voice quivered with restrained fury.She strode swiftly, cutting through the crowd of party guests. Her heels struck the marble floor with sharp echoes, while the music that had once filled the hall fell into sudden silence the moment she reached the center of the podium. All heads turned at once.“Hey, look! A fat woman wants to join our party,” one guest sneered mockingly.Whispers spread quickly. Disgusted glances swept over Amora’s body, as if her very presence were an embarrassment.Lucy, standing elegantly in her glittering designer dress, curved her lips into a scornful smile. She stepped slowly toward Amora, her gaze brimming with triumph.“Where is Vicktor?” Amora demanded, her voice cold yet firm.The atmosphere froze for a heartbeat before someone called out loudly, “Did I hear that right? This woman is looking for your lover, Lucy?”Small jeers followed.“Aren’t you ashamed? Just look at yourself… like a pig weighing a h

She didn’t know how it happened. The moment Amora opened her eyes, a scream tore from her throat. Shock rippled through her as her body felt… foreign. Her fingers traced over smooth skin, the curves of a body no longer burdened with excess weight. She—once mocked for being overweight—was now flawlessly slender.“What… is this?” she whispered breathlessly, struggling to recall the last thing she remembered.Then it hit her.The fire.She should have burned alive in that room. She should have died. If so, then where was she now? Was this another world?Amora darted her gaze around, searching for her mother. But this room was unfamiliar—white, sterile, filled with the sharp scent of medicine. She was alone. Her breath caught when her hand brushed the bandages tightly wrapped around her face, as though she had undergone plastic surgery.“Am I dreaming?” she muttered in confusion. No one was there to answer her—only silence.Suddenly, the glass door swung open. A nurse stepped inside, star

The footsteps grew clearer, a slow yet steady thud echoing behind her. Amora turned sharply, her wary gaze sweeping the length of the corridor. But still, there was no one there.“Am I just hallucinating?” she murmured, trying to steady herself.Her fingers tightened around the doorknob, ready to enter the competition room. But suddenly, a deep voice echoed from behind her.“Not everyone can walk this far, Amora.”Amora’s body tensed. She spun around quickly. A man in a black suit stood only a few meters away, his face half-hidden by the corridor’s shadows. His eyes were sharp, piercing.“Who are you?” Amora’s voice trembled, though she tried to sound firm.The man took a slow step forward, his tone cold. “You don’t need to know. I’m just following orders!”“Orders?” Amora’s brows furrowed faintly. “Who ordered you?” she pressed.“Someone who knows who you really are,” the man replied firmly.Amora stepped back. “What do you mean? I don’t even know you. Don’t try to scare me, or I’ll