After The Divorce My Billionaire Husband Lost His Mind Novels & Stories

might be miserable, but Ashley? Ashley is about to secure the bag. This is enough to secure my future for a life time. Thank you for dying, Arianna. I’m making money without lifting a finger. 50 fucking million. Or should I thank the writer? Thank you author for creating this billionaire fantasy word. This place is strange after all. I’m definitely gaining not losing. And I’ll get more money after the divorce. “Are you listening “ he said. “I’m in my lovely husband.” I said sarcastically.

“As real as the benefits you’ll gain.” Great, his reply threw me off guard also. Why does everything about this intolerable and insufferable billionaire throw me off guard? “Do you realize I just got divorced? What kind of woman will society call me if I get married to you the same day I got divorced?” It might not be important to him, because I could swear Noah Beck doesn’t giving a flying fuck about anyone, but I do. Despite all I had faced when I was married to Roland, I wouldn’t want to go through that phase in a more cruel way, this time.

But then a message popped. “I regret it everyday. I regret ever getting with Camille, I regret pushing my family aside. I am truly sorry, Diana. I know that nothing I say or do will bring our little Angel back, but I'm trying everyday to be a better man. Today is the last day you'll be my wife. I'm sending the divorce papers tomorrow. I've already signed my part. I want you to be safe. That's all that matters to me.” Has Nathan been possessed by a ghost?

Without another thought, I yanked my hands free from his grip and delivered a sharp, resounding slap across his face. “How dare you hold me like that? Are you insane?” I spat. Felicia gasped, her mouth falling open in shock, while Justin’s head jerked to the side from the force of the slap. I clutched my ripped clothes to my chest, trying to cover the parts of me exposed by the tear. My voice trembled with fury. “You’re no longer my husband, Justin! We’re divorced. And in this life—or the next—I will never let someone like you disgrace me in public!”

Bright. Impossible to ignore. Emily read it out loud. SCANDAL: WOMAN DIVORCES HUSBAND AND MARRIES HIS BILLIONAIRE UNCLE The room froze. Ryan stared at the screen. “…That was fast.” Daniel frowned. “The media already has the story.” Arthur Rothwell looked thoughtful. “That didn’t happen by accident.” Emily whispered, “Marcus.” Ryan nodded slowly. “Yeah.” “That definitely sounds like something an angry ex-husband would do.” Adrian looked at the headline calmly.

I placed the suitcase in the trunk and adjusted my dark sunglasses to hide the redness around my eyes after an exhausting night before replying coldly, “No need.” With that, I opened the car door and drove straight out of the estate, leaving behind a group of bewildered servants who had no idea what was happening. A few minutes after I left the estate, my phone chimed with a notification informing me that one billion dollars had been deposited into my account as compensation. According to the contract, the moment the divorce agreement bearing my signature was delivered to Dominic Group's legal team and the court, I would receive one billion dollars in compensation without any questions asked

he asked quietly. “It ends the marriage.” He stepped closer. Rain dripped from his hair onto his collar. “I don’t want this.” “Then you should’ve thought about that before you climbed into bed with her.” The words landed. He flinched. The cameras caught every second. I could already see tomorrow’s headlines. BILLIONAIRE HEIRESS DIVORCES REAL ESTATE MOGUL IN TEARS, CHEATING SCANDAL? I didn’t care. “I have to go,” I said.

“My daughter is going to be a mother.” Tears stung my eyes again. “Yes.” Victor gave a small approving nod. “That makes things even more complicated.” My father frowned. “What do you mean?” I told him everything. The divorce. The manipulation. The Carter family’s plan. The hidden tests. The inheritance. And the video. By the time I finished, my father’s expression had turned dangerously cold. “So my brother hasn’t changed,” he said quietly. “No,” I replied. “He’s worse.” Sam Speaks

"Before your father found me. Three thousand dollars was his salary. But he never failed to give us love. Yes, we didn't have everything—expensive wagyu beef, rare feasts, social status—but I had a family that loved me. Now, I live in a house with nothing but cold antiques, an empty dining table, and servants who look like they want to go home as soon as they step into that cold graveyard." She took a deep breath, steadying herself, and looked at me. "Loneliness isn't a joke, Justin. But having a family who doesn't stand beside you when you are in pain is far worse than betrayal. So from now on, you are all alone. Divorce that girl and think that I died a week ago." She turned away before I

On the night of my tenth wedding anniversary with my billionaire husband, his female secretary called him. Ignoring the fact that I was completely naked, he pulled away and started to leave. I couldn't stop myself from confronting him. He sighed, yet his tone was inexplicably relaxed. "So you finally figured it out. Elowen is young and insecure. She's afraid I'll fall in love with your body again. "She's adorable. Now that I've tasted something young and vibrant, why would I ever settle for what’s withered and spent?" A chill spread through my body, and I stood there frozen. "Silas, that's not a funny joke." He didn't answer. He merely shot me a look of disgust. "She's underestimating hersel