Novel Web & Cerita Possessive Divorce Mystery

🅰🅱🅾🆄🆃 🆃🅷🅴 🆂🆃🅾🆁🆈 "ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀꜱᴛ ꜰᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ ɪꜱ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴ ᴡʜᴏ ᴄᴀɴ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴍɪʟᴇ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇᴀʙᴏᴜᴛꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ ɢᴇᴛꜱ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴡᴏʀꜱᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱᴇʟꜰ ʙᴜᴛ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ꜱᴘᴇɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟɪꜰᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴ" ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʙᴏᴛʜ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴍᴀᴅʟʏ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ. ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪꜰ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ ɪɴꜱᴛᴇᴀᴅ ᴏꜰ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴘᴀʀᴛɴᴇʀ. ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴏɴᴇ ɪꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴛᴏ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴜᴘ ᴏɴ ʜɪꜱ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ. ʜᴏᴡ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴡɪʟʟ ꜱʜᴇ ᴄᴀʀʀʏ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴜʀᴅᴇɴ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜɪꜱ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱʜɪᴘ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ. ᴡɪʟʟ ꜱʜᴇ ʙᴇ ᴀʙʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ʜᴇʀ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱʜɪᴘ ᴏʀ ᴡɪʟʟ ꜱʜᴇ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴜᴘ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ʜɪᴍ ?

For years, Viola thought their marriage was built on love, until she overheard the truth. Her husband’s heart had never belonged to her, but to another woman… his brother’s wife. Every anniversary, he left her alone, not because of “work,” but to prove his loyalty to the woman he could never have. And when his brother died, he rushed to comfort the widow, protecting her from blame while neglecting his own wife and family. Now, he wants to bring his sister-in-law and her daughter into their home. Humiliated and heartbroken, Viola finally decides to walk away, only for the lies to unravel one by one. Because the brother they buried isn’t dead. And the woman everyone pitied is far darker than she seems.

“August, I don’t work for you anymore,” she said, voice steady. “I’m not obligated to listen to you.” A pause. Then, “Oh, but you will.” He stepped forward. She stepped back. Again. Until her back hit the wall. Her breath caught, but she didn’t look away. August placed both hands on either side of her. Blocking her in completely. No space left. No escape. “You’re not my employee,” he said quietly. A beat. “But for the next 90 days…” “…I own you.” Weeks before his wedding, August Thorne discovers something impossible, he is already legally married. To Genesis Michaelson, his former personal assistant who vanished three months ago without a trace. There is no memory of the ceremony. Only fragments of a night in Las Vegas that don’t fully add up. When the court refuses to annul the marriage due to time passed, they are left with one option: divorce. But even that comes with a condition. A 90-day consideration period in which they must live together as husband and wife. What begins as a drunken mistake turns into a forced arrangement between two people who can barely stand each other, yet cannot stay away. Tension rises. Clashes become constant, while external forces close in, determined to keep them apart and destroy Genesis in the process. But someone is lying about what happened that night in Vegas. And the truth runs deeper than either of them realizes, closer to home, and far more destructive than the marriage itself Will they survive this game of lies and deceit and fall in love or... ?

Book 2- My Ex-husband's late regret Aria: I watched the live video of my husband having sex with his secretary, that was when I finally decided to walk out of that marriage. He thought I'd come back, that it was just a phase, that I can’t live without him. But the moment he saw me with someone else, regret consumes him and now he wants me back, he's chasing and saying what I once wanted to hear. Well, a cheater will always be a cheater to me. And I'm the one who left, and will never look back.

A woman who couldn't even produce a single egg for three years. You are just a useless piece of skin.* The words echoed in my head, a vicious, repeating loop that shattered my mind completely. I stumbled back onto my feet, my body shaking so violently I could barely control my limbs. I didn't grab a coat. I didn't grab my shoes. I just ran. I pushed open the bedroom door and sprinted down the dark hallway, my bare feet slapping against the cold hardwood stairs. I heard Lola's bedroom door click open as I reached the foyer, her voice calling out to me in a frightened whisper, but I couldn't stop. I threw open the heavy front door and ran out into the freezing, pitch black night. The gravel of the driveway cut into the soles of my feet, but I didn't feel the physical pain. The agony in my chest was too loud. I ran down the long, winding road leading away from the estate, the dark trees looming over me like monsters. The sky was heavy, and a bitter wind whipped through my oversized sweater, but I was entirely numb. I just wanted to die.