After Divorce I Married A Tycoon 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.”

"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."

She also received a substantial settlement, far more than Ronan wanted to give, thanks to Alex’s team exposing hidden assets. On the day the divorce was finalized, Sarah walked out of the courtroom holding Shenina’s hand. Ronan stood on the steps, glaring at her with pure hatred. “You think this is victory?” he spat. “That little settlement won’t last. And your stupid fashion dream? You’ll be broke within six months. Then you’ll come crawling back, begging me to take you in again. Remember my words, Sarah. Without the Vexler name, you are worthless.” Sarah looked at him one last time. “Goodbye, Ronan.”

It was still early morning, and work hadn’t fully started, so gossip was welcome. When she reached Anna’s desk, where most of them had gathered, she paused and smiled again. “Well,” she said slowly, enjoying the suspense, “I just got some classified information.” Gasps followed immediately. “It turns out,” Nate continued, “that the tech billionaire divorced his wife not too long ago. And guess why?” Everyone leaned in. “Because of the woman he is about to marry now.” The hall erupted. “What?” “He was married before?” “Who would divorce such a handsome man?”

"Tomorrow my childhood friend Arnold and his son are coming home for breakfast. Both of us were classmates in college. I met him a few days ago at a party. His son, Elijah has recently completed his chartered accountancy and is working as a financial adviser for many multinational companies. I want you to talk to him tomorrow when he comes here and if both of you like each other, you can….." "Daddy,..." Vangchew did not complete his sentence and Scarlet yelled at him. "Did I ever ask you to arrange a date for me? Why do you keep insisting on me to sign those divorce papers, send them to Ace and remarry? I'm not interested in divorcing him. He is still my husband. Two months have passed and h

There was no way he was going to believe that bullshit of hers, that she was not in any way attracted to him since their marriage. "I, do, not, care, Mr billionaire. I am now very much interested in men, even if I had not really been in the past before this marriage. And, I would end up dating as many as I can, after I get out of this wicked family. I will cover up every good thing that I had failed to see until now. Now if you don't mind, I can gladly send the divorce papers again by tomorrow, now that you know that this marriage is not even worth anything."

Whichever one the media decided on was none of my business. We continued talking, “so, what have you been up to? Are you still on the divorce?” He asked, I smiled politely. “Tell me you're still on it. Tell me I still stand a chance.” I dropped the glass on the table. “It's a lot more complicated than you think, actually “ “How so?” “You don't just get married to a billionaire and divorce him overnight unless he wants it.” I said, “He left New York for another woman. I think it's safe to say he wants it very much. Or wait, is he into both of you?”

She stared at him, wide-eyed, her mind racing to process what he had just said. Caspian Michaelson, the city's wealthiest trillionaire, a man who could have anything and anyone he wanted, was standing before her, offering more than just his wealth. He was offering his power, his influence, and his hand in marriage—all to help her settle the score against those who had wronged her. But it wasn’t just anyone making this offer—it was her boss, the man she had never imagined would be standing here, asking her to marry him for revenge. A flood of questions rushed through Julia's mind as she tried to make sense of everything that had happened in just a few seconds.

Chase made it clear I was never to give interviews, so Savina’s statement puzzled me. “Wait, I’ll call Chase,” I said nervously. “Hold on, Lexi. Are you sure you want to call him? Could you check your social media first?” Savina suggested, her tone uneasy. Without speaking, I ended the call and activated my phone’s data. Notifications flooded in, overwhelming my phone. They came from various social media platforms. I opened one notification, and my heart sank as I saw and read the post tagged to me: "Even before the wedding, the youngest and most popular business tycoon was already cheating on his fiancée."

She was forced to sell all her luxury goods, surrender the BMW, and even hand over her phone to help repay her debts. In the end, she was left penniless. Together with Tyler, she slunk back to their hometown in disgrace. She became the laughingstock of the entire region and was left to raise the child alone, a child even Tyler refused to acknowledge as his own. The rest of her life seemed destined to be a struggle. As for me, I received the final divorce decree and regained full ownership of the house. I had no desire to remain in a city filled with betrayal and painful memories. I contacted a realtor and sold the property as quickly as possible, even lowering the price to speed up the sale.