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

He shook his head, "I don't need this million and I know you know it. It was obviously just an obstacle to stop you from divorcing me, I didn't know you would get the money so soon. Now that we are divorced, I naturally can't take it anymore. I'm a billionaire, asking you for a break-up f*e is even embarrassing." I laughed out loud, "Well, it's my pleasure that you're embarrassed," I mused as I carefully tucked my card in my bag. I couldn't help but notice that the man before me seemed different. It wasn't the grumpy volatile Mark I lived with. If only he was this understanding and communicating in our marriage, maybe I wouldn't have had any desire to leave the marriage.

But I hate myself more now. What I have wanted since the start has been achieved. I have gotten rid of her but I can not let go of her now. Ever since she filed for divorce, I have started following her every move. I have a peculiar urge to find out where she is at all times. I am going mad a little bit every day due to her thoughts constantly circulating in my mind. I even worried that Caleb approached her for other purposes, just like me at the beginning. How crazy is that? I *ssumed that the only reason Caleb was stuck to her hip was because of her money. The irony is this is the exact reason I married her. Her money.

He also knew they weren’t going to take the news of the divorce lightly. I responded with a curt nod. “Yes, I’m sure.” With that, I walked away from him and made my way to the bathroom. Even if it was my decision to finalize the decision, it felt like a dream. I was no longer a married woman. I was no longer married to a billionaire. After five years of being married, I was now a single woman. I wished things were different. I wished we didn’t have to get divorced. Well, it needed to be done for my sanity. I didn’t trust Alexander anymore. His ex-girlfriend was back in his life and there was nothing I could do about it.

It was all part of the plan. With my husband dead, I returned to my old city and sought out Jared. It wasn’t a very hard thing to do because he’d made a name for himself and become a billionaire. It was all good for me—like icing on the cake. I was more than sure that the bond we’d once shared was stronger than any new attachment he could form. When I heard he was married I brushed it off as nothing, like it was a complete joke. All it took was for me to show up and Jared became entranced by my charm instantly leading to an inevitable divorce with his wife. But the story didn’t quite go as planned.

I yelled angrily. It's half past nine, but it seems like all that has happened in just today is like I've lived a thousand nights fighting through these phases. Some may not understand, but it's my decision; after all, it's mine and mine alone to choose from. The night is no longer young; the moon is out already, the stars come out in clones to shine, while the cloud fleets, looking highly condensed, refuse to cry just like me that I've been through a lot these past few hours. I must say it's a long and unforgettable decision I took to divorce my billionaire husband.

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.

By the time I tried to reach her, someone had already buried her, someone who wasn’t me. I wiped my tears with the back of my hand and forced myself to focus, flipping through her words as if they might give me back the mother I had lost and hated. Then something stopped me. A line, sharp and unsettling: ‘Being the wife of a billionaire isn’t as beautiful and heavenly as others think.’ My breath caught. My mother… married a billionaire? I felt the sting of betrayal tighten in my chest. After leaving me behind in Russia twice, after the absence, the grief, she had gone on to marry a billionaire in New York?

How he had approached me eleven months before her divorce—before any of the worst of it, before she had any idea what Trent was really doing. At the time, I was in serious trouble. I had put money into a business that failed badly. I had a debt I never told Victoria about because I was too ashamed to admit how bad it had gotten. And my brother had borrowed money from people who weren't the kind to be patient about getting it back and they’d shown up making threats.

After the divorce, she had tried her best not to dwell on it, but Logan had triggered those painful memories, and she couldn’t conceal her feelings any longer. “Fine, fine! I did divorce you before he came into the picture, and now I want you back. Leave him and come with me, Julia. We can still get back at him for making me lose my contract!” Logan declared, his words sounding absurd. “I can’t believe this. You’re crazy, Logan!” She turned on her heels to walk away, but Logan grabbed her hand, stopping her in her tracks. “Let go of me this minute, Logan! Let me go!” She struggled to free her hand from his grip, but he held on tightly.

“I need my wife.” Silence fell heavily after that. Because hearing myself say it like that changed something. Not Elara. Not her. My wife. The woman I almost lost before I fully understood what she meant to me. Nathan rubbed the back of his neck slowly. “The hearing complicates everything.” “I don’t care.” “You should.” “I don’t.” And I meant it. The company. The investigation. The headlines. The public scandal. None of it mattered anymore. Not compared to the possibility of walking into a hospital room and finding out I was too late.