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

Faline was stupid if she thought that she was going to get all my properties, and she was even dumb enough to sign the paperwork without reading what I actually gave her. She offered me her hand. "I guess we are no longer husband and wife anymore." "I loved playing the role of your depressing, miserable wife, and now all my hard work has paid off. I'll become a millionaire." I got up and left the office. FALINE POV A few days later, the article about my divorce from Reynard Vincenzo was finally published in the media. But the headlines made my blood boil. FAMOUS BILLIONAIRE AND CEO DIVORCES EX-WIFE AND LEAVES HER PENNILESS.

Me, a fucking handsome, powerful billionaire, was being boxed out by my new bride. Obviously, I was out of my mind with anger and disappointment, and demanded that she move out. Joelle rolled her eyes and refused, but after one too many blowout fights, she finally agreed to move her shit into a cottage on the outskirts of my property. Then, I demanded a divorce. It was the natural next step. There was no fucking way I was going to stay in a sexless marriage. That shit is for losers and sad sacks, and there was no way I was going to stay leashed to such a fucking bitch.

‎I stood up abruptly and brought out a dress, in their presence there, I swung it over my body while removing the pyjamas off my body and then walked out of the room. ‎They could have all the time in the world with themselves. ‎While I walked on the cool pavement of our estate, I wondered what to do with my life now, Lexa was back and my husband had gone back to her while I remained invisible in the marriage. ‎ I wasn't considering divorce in any way but that seemed to be the only option. ‎Seconds later, I boarded a taxi and arrived at the hospital several minutes later. ‎I met the doctor, and after waiting for my results, the news he gave me shocked me to my bones.

Isabella's POV The morning after the gala, my face was on every news site and social media platform in the country. "The Lost Morrison Heiress Found." "Billionaire's Long-Lost Granddaughter Revealed." But my favorite headline was from a gossip blog: "Marcus Wei's Biggest Mistake: He Divorced a Morrison." I read that one three times before I started making calls. It was time to stop playing defense. Time to attack. I woke up in my bedroom at the Morrison estate to my phone vibrating nonstop.

“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.”

It was the first honest sentence in a long while that had cost me nothing, and the first that frightened me. "Why did you really agree to marry me?" I asked next. "Say it plain." "The will. And Richard's books." He didn't dress it up. "Your estate records may show where that money went. I won't pretend that wasn't part of it." "Part of it." "I signed away the money before you said yes. That wasn't about the books." "It doesn't fix this." I closed the folder. "I've been married to a man who decided what I deserved to know. I'm not doing it twice."

“What exactly do you want sir?.......You wa⁠nt to know why I’m here huh? My husband, well soon‌ to‌ be ex fuc‌ked‍ my stepsist‍er in our damn b‍ed, gave m‌e‌ divorce papers. After‍ I gave him everything.‍ I held him up when he‍ had nothing, typed his p⁠lans⁠ till my fingers bled, paid all⁠ his bills. And my inheritance….billions of dollar‌s, Dad’s comp‌any, I signed it over because I loved him, I bu⁠ilt his‍ e‌mpire. And now he’s kicki⁠ng me⁠ out by the weekend, laug⁠hing with her, taking every penny from‌ m‌e.” My hands flew in fire. “I’m done. ….done being their fool. No more s⁠tupid⁠, naive Ela‌ra who thi‌nks l‌ove fixes everything.” I yelled again, “Pou⁠r me another whiskey now!” He shoo

After divorcing Nicole, David hastily tied the knot with Stella. With official marital status came an upswing in Stella's already extravagant spending habits. Any displeasure with David prompted a spree of lavish expenses, turning disagreements into financial chaos. In an attempt to rein in Stella's extravagant tendencies, David decided to delve into the world of venture capital. Despite his lack of business background, he dove headfirst into the industry. Unfortunately, his inexperience led to swift financial losses. Thus, the money he had carefully accumulated over the months quickly evaporated.

I refused to believe that my husband would do that to me. Well, who was I kidding, from the information I gathered, our marriage was never rosy, to say the least. But if he really wanted a divorce, he would allow me to remember and give him a reason for a divorce. There was something fishy going on somewhere. “He did ma’am and I will lose my job and my life if he found out I told you but I couldn’t live with it biting my conscience. I’m so sorry,” he pleaded and I felt sorry for the doctor. From what he was saying, I deduced that my husband was a billionaire for him to have such power of the doctor and yet he dressed as a simple man.

Dropping her cell phone on the sofa seat and throwing her head back, Giovana could hardly believe what she will read in the newspapers. Her face was stamped on various social media profiles as the former wife of billionaire Antony. Many of them gestured a betrayal on her part. That made Giovana’s blood boil.