روايات وقصص ضمن After Divorce I Became A Zillionaire

“Getting married. Living a happy life after they threw me away to die. I always thought they might one day regret what they did. That they were reflecting on their actions. But no.” Her jaw tightened. “So I decided to get back on my feet.” “That’s perfect,” Marcus said. Marcus pulled out his phone. “I also want to see what that cruel man had to say.” He scrolled for a moment, then sighed heavily and looked up at her. “You won’t believe what he said.” Maya’s heart clenched. “What?” “When he was asked about his ex-wife, he posted on I*******m that you had a lover. That you willingly signed the divorce papers and that the child you were carrying belonged to that lover.”

Her heart swelled with a feeling so pure and vast it brought a slight glaze of tears to her eyes. When she had signed those cold divorce papers five years ago, she had walked out into the pouring rain with a single suitcase, convinced that her life was reduced to mere survival. She had expected to live in quiet obscurity, hiding her talent from a world that had felt cold and unforgiving. She had never imagined that a man like Adrian Vance would come into her life—a man who didn't just love her, but revered her mind, protected her peace, and laid the foundations of an empire at her feet.

"I told you I didn't need your money. Why did you insist on giving it to me? Look at what I'm wearing and carrying. Does anything about me say I'm short of money? It's you who..." She looked Victoria up and down, her eyes full of sympathy. "Vicky, you don't know, but my ex-husband's mother is terribly stingy. Since you're marrying into the family, keep that money for yourself, so you don't end up like me, with nothing from the divorce, not even the clothes on my back." Her tone dripped with sarcasm, each word deliberate. "Those clothes were all bought with Hale money." At that, everyone turned to Lucas, their eyes full of scorn.

She had chosen not to remarry, dedicating her time to raising her children and building a future that defied the odds. From the ashes of sorrow and loss, Abigail had risen like a phoenix. Her story, once one of heartbreak and adversity, had transformed into one of resilience and triumph. Her reputation as a dynamic leader in the world of entrepreneurship had only grown stronger with time. Abigail had become a symbol of hope and inspiration to many, proving that no challenge was insurmountable with determination and innovation. Her life was a testament to the power of perseverance. One of the most significant changes in her life was her newfound wealth. Abigail who had once lived in a modest

"I don't need your money. I have never needed your money." I respond, and all too quickly, his face sours into a sneer before he turns to face Natasha. “Livy, you don't understand what you are doing or how tough this economy is. I mean, you didn't even finish school; what will an almost thirty-year-old divorcee do on her own? Vincent gave you everything, and you can't even-” "I'll bring the divorce documents next week, Vincent. Let's meet by the Café fountain near your office.”

"Lunch has been prepared for us. Make yourself at home.’ Home? She gagged at the thought. This would never be her home. In a few weeks, they would be officially divorced. She was almost counting the days. She sat gingerly, running her fingers over the silver cutlery in silent contemplation. Any moment now, and his real motive for bringing her here will be revealed. She doubted it was to do with the money. Unlike Dianne, who’d proven herself to be a spectacular failure in business, her husband had a habit of turning whatever he touched into gold. As much as she tried to avoid reading media reports on him, it was like telling a child not to touch the nice shiny toy in the corner. Already worth

Grace's eyes widened, and she let out a dramatic scream, "Are you crazy? You're actually giving up on asking him for alimony? He's a billionaire, you could get a hundred million in alimony!" I chuckled bitterly, "It doesn't matter. I just want to divorce him as soon as possible! I'm a millionaire by myself; I don't need him to raise my value." Grace shook her head, "But still, a hundred million…” she looked so pained, so much so I nearly chuckled. I shrugged, "Let him keep his money to himself; we're bigger than that anyway. I just want to move on with my life." “Aww, girl. I totally get it.” Grace reached out and squeezed my hand, "I'm here for you, no matter what."

It was all part of the plan. With my husband dead, I returned to my old city and sought out Jared. It wasn’t a very hard thing to do because he’d made a name for himself and become a billionaire. It was all good for me—like icing on the cake. I was more than sure that the bond we’d once shared was stronger than any new attachment he could form. When I heard he was married I brushed it off as nothing, like it was a complete joke. All it took was for me to show up and Jared became entranced by my charm instantly leading to an inevitable divorce with his wife. But the story didn’t quite go as planned.

She was shocked upon seeing Victor on his knees and tears brewing in his eyes like a child whose chocolate was seized. “Thank goodness you came, Nita. I am sure your husband would be able to help me out. I-I mean help us out.” Mentioning her husband made her voice out. “We are getting a divorce. That is by the way, Uncle, what is going on?” Victor quickly stood up and held her hand tightly. “Sorry about your marriage crash. This is about the company. I did my best to handle the situation so I did not involve you but unfortunately, it didn’t end well.”

The smile slowly faded. He married her. Kevin and Stephanie. A day after our divorce was finalized. The man didn’t even wait for the ink to dry. I pressed my lips together, that familiar sting of betrayal flickering in my chest—but it was duller now. Because he hadn’t broken me. He’d only lit a fire under me. And now? I had two million reasons to be a menace. Operation get fired was in motion by Pierce Carter is ready. ~~~~~ I showed up at the penthouse with my cleaning supplies in one hand and my dignity in the other—which was barely hanging on, considering I’d squeezed myself into a uniform two sizes too small and conveniently forgot a bra.