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

Glass shattered and caught the light on its way down, glittering like the fireworks Mom used to take me to see when I was little. "The deal's off. Harrington Corp is done with the Bennett Group. Permanently." I was completely, irrevocably gone. From that day on, everyone in Chicago knew — the Harrington heir had someone he'd burn the world down for. The day we were old enough, he dragged me to city hall and we got our marriage license. But after the wedding, the doctors told me that the years of overwork had likely left me unable to have children. The day the results came in, he held me and his voice broke.

“Yvonne, you’re twenty-eight, not eighteen. What’s the point in not admitting that you came all the way to my workplace to see me?” The fires of my rage reached my head, and I could no longer stay calm. I looked into his eyes and hissed, “My husband is about to transfer all his assets to me. I came here to ask about the laws related to it. As for chasing after you? Clark, you’re just an ex that I don’t even want to admit I ever had. Don’t you think it’s not appropriate for you to flatter yourself so much?” The entire place burst into a commotion.

I pulled my bags and stepped around him as he pleaded, 'I know you married my brother to piss me off, I really can't lose you, you give me another chance, okay? I pulled my bags and stepped around him as he pleaded, 'I know you married my brother to piss me off, I really can't lose you, you give me another chance, okay?' I pulled my bags and stepped around him as he pleaded, 'I know you married my brother to piss me off, I really can't lose you, you give me another chance, okay?' Kerry's panicked face rushed to hug me from behind. I was shaken by his sudden change in demeanor. I felt uncomfortable with his closeness for the first time. I let go of my suitcase and struggled violently, shoutin

He wondered what the illustrious billionaire would do next. Malcolm's lips twisted into her smirk as he began to think calculatively and smartly, of what he could do to make things not as hard as it might seem. Though his family had unprecedented power in the economic and political business, working with the Sinclairs would have gained them more power and territory. Especially, if it became known that he was the husband to the new heiress of the corporation. His position would be unmatched! But sadly, they just divorced two weeks ago. "Have our divorce papers been registered?" Malcolm asked Edward instantly as soon as the next possible question occurred to him.

chaos on the bed. “Sharon has left! She doesn’t love you anymore. Don’t waste your tears crying for a woman like her!” But Bruce continued to roar, seemingly not listening to Aileen’s words. “Why did you leave when I’m paralyzed now? But you don’t have to worry. My legs will get better in the future. I don’t want a divorce with you.” Aileen sighed in annoyance. “Bruce! Listen to Mom! You are a strong person! She’s not worth it.” Aileen cupped Bruce’s face, making him look into her eyes.

He had sworn to do anything in order to get me, even if it meant tearing the world apart. This was just the tip of the iceberg because the torture was just beginning. He even offered my husband ten billion dollars only if I divorced him willingly, he promised to give me all the riches I had ever wanted but I refused. My husband hated me for that. This was where my husband Caspian, turns into something I refer to as a demon in human form making me experience hell on earth, a nightmare I couldn't run from, neither hide from, and this was all because of a billionaire who wants to fuck me by all means.

Hours ago, he was so eager to divorce me and have his girlfriend move in to the house but now, he had torn the Divorce agreement papers. " You think tearing that would make me your wife Max?" I asked, feeling the contempt of slapping his face but I held in my anger from bursting to the surface. "You're ridiculous Max! To think that you're still entitled as my husband. You think so highly of yourself don't you?" I asked, still baffled at his nonchalant attitude but he feigned ignorant of my words, bluffing and ignoring my rants but I wasn't ready to stop just yet.

I had never been more happy to see him! “Oh, Richard!” I cried. “Today has been one of the worst of my life. I’m so glad you’re here,” leaning into his shoulder. “I keep hoping it’s all a nightmare!” It hit me then like a gut blow to the stomach during a boxing match…Fred had divorced me…on my 27th birthday. With all the ongoing drama today I had completely forgotten. Did Fred remember? I couldn’t help but think, and the emotions washed over me again.

He makes me feel so special and I failed to keep my promise to him. I secretly got my divorce papers ready and waited for him to return from one of his business trips. "What is it??” He asked immediately and I told him we needed to talk. I got so scared but I summoned the courage at once to think of Owen. "I want out!! these are the divorce papers!” He laughed like a psychopath.

“I will contact a lawyer to discuss the divorce proceedings as soon as possible. Don’t worry, I won’t regret it. Just don't bother me again.” I answered coldly and hung up the phone. I had a gambler’s spirit of accepting my losses and the courage to start over. After all, it was only ten years—I could afford to lose. I had come from a small town and I used to feel insecure about it, but now, it gave me an incredible sense of peace.