After Divorce I Married A Billionaire Novels & Stories

“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.”

At this moment, Bruce’s life meant more to her than anything else. And so, under Aileen’s pressure, Sharon reluctantly signed the divorce agreement. Now, she didn’t even have a chance to see Bruce, and she had to move out of their home overnight. The pouring rain continued as Sharon walked with heavy steps. She had just gotten off public transportation and swayed her way to the small house where she and Bruce had signed the contract. Everything Aileen said was true. Sharon could only bring suffering to Bruce. He used to be wealthy, living a luxurious life. But for Sharon, Bruce was willing to give up everything and lead a simple life.

"Yes. It was... complicated. He never loved me. The marriage was a mistake from the beginning." She reached across the table and squeezed my hand. "I'm so sorry you went through that." "It's okay," I said, smiling faintly. "I'm in a better place now. Actually... I'm married again." "What?!" She nearly choked on her coffee. "Already? To whom?" I hesitated. I couldn't tell her it was Oliver White, the richest, most powerful man in the country. She wouldn't believe me. "Just... someone who treats me well," I said softly. "Someone who cares about me."

The guest list was limited, as my colleagues were still unaware of my true identity. Delanie and Declan, my siblings, were thriving. Delanie bore a striking resemblance to our mother, while Declan was a spitting image of our father, creating a noticeable contrast. Despite this, I miraculously had my father's eyes, dispelling any doubts about my parentage. After dancing with my mom, I shared a dance with Delanie, Aunt Nora, and finally Octavia, who arrived with her husband and five-year-old son to celebrate with me. “Roger, you are now officially the youngest billionaire CEO with a net worth of eight hundred billion. The world must hear about you today," Dad said, but I refused.

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he says. “Thank you.” “So, you got divorced then?” he asks, drowning more of his liquor. “Uhm…” I lick my lips. “Yeah, I did. That’s why I left Chicago.” I don't know if the lie is worth it, but I sure don’t know how to say that I tried to divorce my billionaire husband but couldn’t — because he's powerful, connected, and makes it feel like the world spins at his will. “I’m so sorry about your divorce,” Lionel says. “At least I’m here. I can help you,” he adds, like I’m a patient and he’s the doctor ready to patch me up. It wants to sound funny but it doesn't. Not in this situation I'm in.

Enduring the tight space is a minor inconvenience to experience the comfort of a dear friend. Going through a divorce when your spouse is a billionaire is never straightforward. The process tends to drag on longer than it would for a typical couple. Just managing the process made my head spin. Balancing my new life as a single woman, keeping track of my small company’s finances, and trying to be a good friend to Lewis was enough to give anyone a headache.

I gave Marina a dumb look. If I said she was paying, I meant she was paying. Although everything in here was really expensive, I was used to seeing stuffs like this. For fuck sake I was Rachel fucking Andrews before Mia took that away from me, I could buy this mall if I got mad... That was before I married David. That shitty bastard made me become a stay at home wife, and he never gave me any money. And me, being the stupid and naive girl I once was never complained. I used all my savings up in our three miserable years of marriage, and now we're divorced and I'm left penniless.

“Five years, just gone like that?” “No children, no legacy. It makes sense.” My chest caved inward. My hands shook so violently I nearly dropped the glass. Divorce? We weren’t divorced. I had never signed papers. He had never spoken of it. Jason’s smirk deepened, feeding on my devastation. “And tonight,” he continued smoothly, “I step into the next chapter of my life with the woman who embodies everything this company stands for.” He turned, dropped to one knee, and the ballroom gasped as though choreographed.

“Now that you say it… she does look like Mrs. Turner.” Janine smiles thinly. “She was under our noses this entire time. A fucking billionaire heiress right here in our home married to our son. I think she found out that she was wealthy and decided to divorce our boy to keep it all to herself.” “She’s divorcing him because he cheated,” her husband counters. “And had another baby on the way. And abandoned her when she fell down the stairs and hit her head.” Janine scoffs. “ Those are just fucking excuses.”