Semua Bab Divorce Me Once, Your Loss: Bab 1 - Bab 10

DEDICATIONTo all the women who don’t fucking need a man to save them… I have bad news.My female lead hunts.***********PROLOGUEANNA'S POV"I'm pregnant," I announced, only for pain to slice through me. I froze, my eyes widening as reality hit. Nicholas pulled out the knife, and I staggered backward, my both hands clutching my bleeding stomach."N–ich… la—" I choked on blood. My legs gave out instantly, crashing me to the floor. The love in his eyes, those eyes I once thought were oceans died right there, burying every lie he ever told me like waves swallowing secrets.Betrayal screamed through my skull."Help me!" I muttered to my friend, my friend: who just stared down at me, sipping her drink like she was watching a movie. That’s when it hit me. They were in this together."Anna, couldn’t you just die without me getting my hands messy?" Nicholas sighed, staring at his hands like I was the inconvenience. Irritation crawled across his features."Why?" I choked out through a mouthf

POW!The slap landed hard against my cheek, sending me stumbling back three steps. I tasted blood at the corner of my lips and I smiled.Ouch.I knew that slap was coming. And I let it happen.My eyes darkened as I stared straight at Calla.“Mum, I really don’t think she did anything,” Calla said softly, rubbing her mother’s arm, pretending to calm her down.“Who said she didn’t?” Madam Ye spat. “Stop defending that mistake of a child. She’s not a good person, even her own parents didn’t even want her!”Her finger jabbed toward me like a weapon.Calla… did she really think she was a good person now? In my past life, she was the one who provoked her mother to assault me in front of the orphanage kids. She had lied that I stole her necklace. But that wasn't the case.“I didn’t steal it,” I said quietly.Madam Ye’s eyes flared. “How dare you talk back!” she yelled, raising her hand again to land another slap.Calla suddenly stepped in front of me.“If you hurt her, hurt me too,” she begg

MYSTERIOUS BILLIONAIRE — POVI stepped out of my car and walked into the Rozzo mansion, my long strides naturally drawing eyes.“Oh my, welcome,” Rosa said, flashing her usual fake smile as she approached with a gift in her hands.I didn’t return the smile. I didn’t take the gift either.“My mother is dead,” I said coldly. “You’re just a whore who climbed her way up the ladder.”Her eyes flared, but she forced a smile.“You shouldn’t say that,” she cooed.Footsteps echoed.“Mind how you talk to my mother!” Alistair barked, rushing toward me.I arched a brow. Even he wasn’t worth the dirt on my shoes.I shoved him aside without effort.“Mum, stop shouting at brother like that!” Sabrina yelled, stepping out of her car with a scowl.Rosa’s eyes burned with fury.“He is not your biological brother,” she snapped. “Stop calling him that!”A chuckle slipped from my lips.“Dirty whore,” I muttered. “Finally showing your true nature.”Footsteps approached againHarold Rozzo.....My father. The

THIRD PERSON POV“I can’t believe she could do such things!” Calla screamed, stomping her foot angrily on the ground.Madam Ye lay on the bed, turned to her side as her back throbbed in pain.Calla had been wiping her blood nonstop, yet it still spilled out again within seconds.“Please, wipe my back,” Ye said, gesturing weakly toward it.Calla scoffed, eyeing her mother from head to toe. She already felt disgusted. Why did she have to take care of such a burden?“If you had done it right, this wouldn’t have happened!” she screamed.Ye froze. It felt like needles piercing into her aching body. If she hadn’t been injured, she would have slapped some sense into that girl.“Please,” she begged. It was her only option now.Calla’s lips twitched.“Gosh, I hate that girl!” she screamed, raking her hands through her hair like a maniac.Madam Ye could only glare at her foolish daughter.“Just come dress my wound,” she said again.Calla shut her up with a glare, sighed, and walked toward her,

“Oh, what’s wrong?” Nicholas’ voice echoed, and I bit down on my lower lip. “I have to go,” I muttered, grabbing my jacket from the chair. Nicholas stood up immediately, confusion written all over his face at my sudden move. I reached for the door handle and pulled, but it didn’t budge. I tugged again, harder, then turned back to Nicholas. “What’s happening?” I asked, but my words was drowned out by the noise around us. The crowd had gathered, faces twisted in anger, disgust, and clear curiosity. “How dare you treat guests in such a way?” a blonde, middle-aged woman yelled, jabbing her finger into a man’s chest, even pushing him backward. I turned to the bouncer guarding the door. “What happened?” I asked. He stared at me coldly, clearly unwilling to say anything. But my sharp gaze made his lips part. “Something was stolen,” he muttered, turning away and crossing his arms, clearly done talking. I clenched my teeth. “I don’t have time for this,” I murmured, glancing at