All Chapters of Divorce Me? Now Watch Me Ruin You: Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

“Happy third anniversary, Tristan.”Evelyn placed her warm tea on the kitchen counter and watched the penthouse door. The small black box sat beside the stove. She had been sick every morning for three weeks, taken two pregnancy tests, and visited a doctor in secret. She took a deep breath, adjusted her cream sweater, and waited for Tristan to come home.The door opened.Tristan walked in and dropped his briefcase on the bench. He didn't look at her or hang up his coat. He headed straight for the kitchen counter, his footsteps loud against the wooden floor.“You stayed up,” he said.“It is eight o’clock,” Evelyn replied, her voice soft. She tapped the edge of the velvet box with her index finger. “I made dinner. It is still in the oven if you want a plate.”Tristan reached into his suit jacket and pulled out a thick manila envelope. He laid it flat on the marble, right over the spot where her tea mug rested.“Don’t bother with dinner,” he said. He stood tall over the counter, his tie

"Watch the IV line near the doorway, please! Do not let the oxygen tank scrape against the wall!"Chloe’s loud voice echoed through the penthouse as two private nurses carried a heavy metal box past the table near the entrance. Suitcases, bags of clothes, and medical machines were piled beside the shoe rack until the whole hallway looked like a hospital storage room.Tristan loosened his tie and stood by the kitchen counter, still holding his briefcase. He watched as one of the nurses pushed a tall oxygen machine down the corridor toward the master bedroom."Tristan, honey, come here," Chloe called, her voice rough as she leaned against the arm of the living room sofa. She was wearing cream silk pajamas, and her pale face was covered with thick powder to hide the grey color of her skin. "Tell this nurse that the pillows in this house are too soft. I need firm orthopedic pillows to support my neck, or I won't be able to sleep tonight.""I'll ask the housekeeper to order whatever you ne

"What do you mean every major bank in Manhattan just turned us down?"Tristan slammed his coffee cup onto the glass table, making the dark coffee splash over the edge.Henderson, his chief financial officer, wiped the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief. He stood stiffly on the other side of the desk, holding a thick stack of rejection letters against his chest."They aren't just turning us down, Mr. Sinclair," Henderson said, his voice shaking. "They are quoting the exact same risk margin. Someone has flagged our corporate profile across the entire banking sector. Every private lender we approach is pulling their credit lines within ten minutes of reviewing our files."Tristan pressed his lips together in anger. He walked back and forth across the rug in his office, his heavy shoes making loud sounds against the wooden floor. "Find who did it. Dig into every competitor in the tri-state area. I want to know which firm is systematically buying up our debt.""We already checked