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Then one afternoon, I was walking out of the elevator with a colleague after lunch, and there he was — standing right outside the glass doors of our office. Unshaven. Sunken eyes. Clothes wrinkled and unkempt. Not a trace of the handsome, polished man he used to be. "Serena!" The moment he spotted me, he rushed over. "Serena, I was wrong! I know I was wrong!" His voice was raw and hoarse. "I got rid of Axel! He's gone — he won't come back, I swear! I promise!" "Let's not get divorced. Let's start over, okay? From now on, I'll only love you. Only you. I swear I'll be different, Serena."

“You are my heart and soul, Mia. I want us to start over properly. Let this marriage and everything attached to it go.” She blinks in surprise. “What?” “I just told legal not to fight the divorce. I told them I wanted the prenup destroyed. All of it. And I told them my mother gets no access to any of my personal legal business anymore.” She just stares at me. “We can build our own Common Ground.” “But all that money you put into it…” I shrug. “I’ve had some investments come good lately. You win some, you lose some. Let them have it.”

“Divorce me.” Her words hit me like a bullet. I’d never felt this kind of panic. I was a man with assets worth tens of billions—I could do anything. If I wanted something, I could get it. But at that moment I went through shock first, then anger, and finally an almost unbelievable sense of loss. Even if I lost a few billion in contracts, it wouldn’t faze me. Hyacinth’s eyes were swollen and red; she stared at me stubbornly like a wounded little rabbit.

My heart hammered against my chest, and my body began to shake uncontrollably when the air was slowly squeezed out of my lungs. "I treat you so well, honey. Why do you insist on divorcing me?" I mustered every bit of strength I had left and stammered, "T-There's been some sort of misunderstanding! I'm not married! And I'm not your wife!" "What nonsense are you spouting, bitch?" My words only enraged him, causing him to tighten his grip around my neck. "Is she out of her mind? Why did she say that to him? Why would she tell him that she's not married when they're currently in their divorce cooling-off period? Her husband has a manic personality. She's practically digging her own grave by sayi

After a moment, he stopped and dragged a hand through his hair. “So let me get this straight,” he said, glaring at me. “For three years, you talked about nothing but wanting a divorce. And now, you finally got one!” He clapped his hands in exasperation and stalked towards me. My jaw clenched tight as I struggled to reel my temper in. “You’ve got your woman back. You're about to be the youngest billionaire in the whole state. So tell me why you’re sulking around, throwing tantrums like a heartbroken teenage boy.”

I lifted my head and looked up at him from the floor of the room where my marriage had just died, my whole body shaking. "What exactly do you call this?" My voice cracked and rose. "A wife for your cameras and my sister for your bed. What do you call that, Michael?" He straightened up. He buttoned his cuff, first the left, then the right, and looked down at me with the patient face of a man closing a meeting. "I want an open marriage," he said. "A divorce will taint my reputation."

“And don't think your money changes anything! You're a poor simp! You have fucking poverty written all over you!” Vivien's chest heaved violently as she continued. “And you wanted to bring that poverty into my family? A family I refuse to let you destroy?” She scoffed bitterly. “That is exactly why you were divorced! You were told never to set your feet inside this house again!” Her eyes narrowed viciously. “And then my precious son got lucky enough to find himself a beautiful woman who actually understands him. A woman who knows how to stand beside him and who clearly knows what a woman is supposed to do!”

I stood in the wreckage of my gallery, staring at the broken glass on the floor and the slashed canvases. This was supposed to be the debut of the solo show I'd spent three years preparing. A room that should have been full of flowers and applause looked like a dump. Half an hour ago, my husband Preston had come storming in like a man possessed and trashed the place. "Chloe! What the hell did you send Vivian?!" "She read your goddamn text and suffered a depressive episode! She nearly jumped off the rooftop!"

The horrible thing was, her frantic reply had already proved him right before she could consider that he was bluffing. “Is that the real question here?” He replied, a hint of delight hid in his tone. The real question was, what would she have after the divorce? And the plain answer was, Nothing. Levi Connard was a detestable man with a silver-tongue. At every event, every party, every gala, regardless of how much work she’d put into raising that name to where it stood, no one ever recognised her. Everyone praised him, hailed him and stood behind him. There was no doubt that he had already prepared [people and resources] for this exact moment. He had always been smarter than her where it matt

“Signing those divorce papers was the hardest thing I have ever done.” I froze for a brief moment. Then I laughed sadly. “Do you really expect me to believe that?” “I am telling you the truth. I love you so much that doing that tore my heart into shreds.” I closed my eyes tightly. “That does not make any sense whatsoever. Why would someone who loves his wife this much let her walk away so easily?” He remained silent immediately afterward. Several seconds slowly passed between us. Then another entire minute passed. I could hear him breathing heavily outside.