After Divorce She Becomes The Billionaire Heiress

Alda's dreamy wedding night turns into a nightmare when a mysterious text from her sister unveils her husband Tyler's shocking betrayal. Desperate for answers, Alda confronts Tyler, only to discover a truth that leaves her shattered. As the icy silence of deception envelops their once-happy home, Alda is faced with a choice: succumb to the pain or emerge stronger than ever. In this riveting tale of heartbreak and resilience, she is ready to make him suffer as she serves him karma on a silver plate.

Antonia Finn doesn't wish for much, just for one thing, her Husband's love. Yet it seems that love will never be hers no matter how much she tries. Humiliated and betrayed by the man she has loved for three years; Antonia makes a decision. She's going to divorce him and go start her life elsewhere. But too many things are left in the shadows unsolved, and Antonia is right in the middle of all of it. What really is her true identity? Is she just destined to be the divorced wife of a billionaire or is she more than that? How will the world react when she becomes the woman she's always dreamt she'd be? And Malachi, who won't let her go yet wants her back for all the wrong reasons, will he ever change and become a man she can love, or will she have to take the very enticing option that's presented itself to her?

Accused of infidelity and betrayal, Anna gives up on trying to prove her innocence to her mate and decides to end everything, but could she? Will Alpha Ramsey let her slip through his fingers regardless he despises her the most? Since they saw her as a weak human, what would happen when her long-dead mother shows up to put Alpha Ramsey in his place? When the table turns and secrets are exposed, what would be Anna's fate towards her mate and her family?

"Babe, what’s happening here?" I blurted out, my voice shaking as I tried to make sense of the scene before me. Jeffrey turned, his face hardening as if I was a stranger in my own home. "What does this look like to you?"he snapped, rising from the bed with a fierce look in his eyes. He walked toward me, gripping a piece of paper as if it held all the power in the world. "Sign the divorce papers!"he said, shoving the document toward me like it was a blunt instrument. "B... but babe!!" I stammered, my mind racing with disbelief. "Will you shut up and just do it already?" His voice was ice-cold, cutting through my confusion like a knife. Each word stabbed at my heart, making me feel like I was on the verge of falling into an abyss.

“Breathe,” I muttered to myself as I walked down the aisle, bouquet in hand, scanning the few people seated, people I barely knew, but the groom was nowhere in sight. Panic set in. My heart skipped a beat. Was I about to be ditched on my wedding day? I could already picture what the headline would be : Daughter of Late CEO of Nova White Robotics Abandoned at the Altar. Not only would I be disgraced, but my chances of taking over the company would slip away, and my enemies? Well, they would dance and jubilate. Just as I was about give up, I heard the sound of hasty footsteps. The crowd turned and gasped in shock as Mason appeared, looking dashing in a sharp three-piece crisp suit. His piercing blue eyes locked onto mine. “Sorry, I’m late. My suit didn’t arrive on time,” he said with an apologetic smile. I nodded and the priest began reading the vows, he turned to me and asked, "Will you take Mr. Mason Anderson as your lawfully wedded husband, to love and protect?" I tried to speak, but the words stuck in my throat. I just stood there, lost in confusion, unsure if this was the right choice.

I received a pornographic video. "Do you like this?" The man speaking in the video is my husband, Mark, whom I haven't seen for several months. He is naked, his shirt and pants scattered on the ground, thrusting forcefully on a woman whose face I can't see, her plump and round breasts bouncing vigorously. I can clearly hear the slapping sounds in the video, mixed with lustful moans and grunts. "Yes, yes, fuck me hard, baby," the woman screams ecstatically in response. "You naughty girl!" Mark stands up and flips her over, slapping her buttocks as he speaks. "Stick your ass up!" The woman giggles, turns around, sways her buttocks, and kneels on the bed. I feel like someone has poured a bucket of ice water on my head. It's bad enough that my husband is having an affair, but what's worse is that the other woman is my own sister, Bella. *** “I want to get a divorce, Mark,” I repeated myself in case he didn't hear me the first time—even though I knew he'd heard me clearly. He stared at me with a frown before answering coldly, "It's not up to you! I'm very busy, don't waste my time with such boring topics, or try to attract my attention!" The last thing I was going to do was argue or bicker with him. "I will have the lawyer send you the divorce agreement," was all I said, as calmly as I could muster. He didn't even say another word after that and just went through the door he'd been standing in front of, slamming it harshly behind him. My eyes lingered on the knob of the door a bit absentmindedly before I pulled the wedding ring off my finger and placed it on the table.