All Chapters of DEAR HUSBAND, I'M DONE: Chapter 301 - Chapter 310

DANIELLE'S POVThe heavy, cream-colored pages of the contract felt like sandpaper against Danielle’s manicured fingertips. As her eyes scanned the legal jargon drafted across the pages, the triumphant smirk she had worn all morning completely withered away. She was not pleased. In fact, she was absolutely furious.According to these cold, clinical clauses, she was going to get virtually nothing out of her marriage to Adrian. Jane’s personal attorney had built an ironclad fortress around the Hudson estate. There was a strict, insulting limit to how much of Adrian's wealth she could access, zero claims on his primary assets in the event of a divorce, and to make matters worse, a massive financial fine she would be forced to pay if she ever breached the confidentiality of the family name.Sitting across the polished mahogany table, Jane elegantly sipped her Earl Grey tea, looking entirely relaxed. To ensure Danielle couldn't manipulate her way out of it, Jane had her senior corporate l

JACINTHA'S POVThe violent, jarring thud of fiberglass grinding against wet gravel sent Jacintha flying forward. Her forehead smacked hard against the steering console, the sudden impact jerking her out of a restless, exhaustion-induced sleep.The engine gave one final, spluttering cough before dying completely. The transport boat had finally hit the mainland shore, wedging itself tightly into a secluded cove at the edge of the commercial harbor.As she tried to sit up, a wave of agonizing, white-hot pain radiated from her left leg, making her vision go entirely black for a terrifying second. She dry-heaved over the side of the deck, clutching her ribs. When her vision finally cleared, she looked down through her tears, and her stomach twisted in pure revulsion. Her left ankle was a horrific sight—bloated, discolored a sickening shade of purple, and swollen to twice its normal size, straining against the fabric of her sock.The physical torment, however, was nothing compared to the

JACINTHA'S POVThe cold, heavy metal of the gun pressed hard into the small of Jacintha’s back. It went right through the thick, rough cloth of her gray sweatshirt, feeling like a frozen block of ice against her skin. The man kept his big, rough hand clamped on her upper arm like a heavy iron vice. He walked very close to her, pushing his shoulder against hers so they looked like a normal, happy couple walking through the busy morning market."One sound," the man muttered, his voice low and dangerous. His breath was hot against her ear and smelled like old, stale tobacco. "One shout, one trip, or one wrong look at anyone, and I will put a bullet right through your spine. Nobody will even notice until I am far away down the street. Do you get me, girl?"Pure fear blocked her throat. She could not speak a single word. She could only nod her head up and down, her eyes moving fast to look at the crowds around them. There were fishermen carrying large nets, sellers calling out prices, an

ADRIAN'S POVThe urge to turn around and walk right out of the mansion was so strong it made Adrian's muscles ache. The sight of Danielle sitting at his family's formal dining table, wearing a smug, triumphant smile, filled his chest with a sudden, boiling rage. His jaw tightened so hard that a sharp muscle twitched aggressively in his cheek.He took half a step back toward the double doors, ready to leave the property entirely, but before he could escape the room, Jane’s hand shot out. Her thin fingers clamped onto his forearm like an iron cuff."Adrian, please. Stay," Jane whispered, her voice carrying a sharp, warning edge despite the polite smile she kept plastered on her face for the benefit of the surrounding servants.Adrian pulled his arm back with a sharp, jerking motion, his eyes flashing with pure fury as he glared down at his mother. "What the hell is this, Mom?" he snapped in a harsh, venomous whisper, not caring if Danielle heard him across the room. "You called me awa

ADRIAN'S POVThe sleek, minimalist boardroom of Hudson Enterprises was dead silent except for the smooth voice of the marketing director standing at the head of the long glass table. Overhead, a large digital screen displayed the rollout strategy and financial projections for the company's new luxury lifestyle merchandise launch. The room was packed with senior executives, creative directors, and legal advisors, all leaning forward to pitch their ideas."If we tie the merchandise release to the anniversary of the flagship store next month, Adrian, our initial consumer engagement will double," the director explained, clicking to the next slide.Adrian leaned back in his leather chair, his fingers laced together over his chest. He nodded slowly, keeping his face calm and unreadable. For the first time in weeks, he actually felt a small sense of satisfaction. The creative pitches were sharp, the numbers made sense, and the projected profit margins were incredibly high. This launch was