Billion-dollar Breakup: The Wife Wants Out Novels & Stories

“Hubert, you’re too poor. I’m out of your league, so don’t waste your time on me.” She seemed afraid that I might cling to her. My heart had already died the moment she left the wedding. Bridget appeared all high and mighty as she looked at me. “You’ve been with me for six years, so I don’t want to make things too ugly between us. I’ll give you 10,000 dollars as a breakup fee for those six years. “You’ll never marry a woman as good as me. Just pack up and get out. Don’t let me see you again for the rest of my life. Don’t ruin my happiness with Vernon.

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.

She did not mention the two hundred and eighteen thousand dollars. She did not mention IC Creative Solutions. She did not mention six years of sitting at my dinner table eating my food and watching my husband ask me to apologize to her. She mentioned me once — briefly, obliquely, as Damien's ex-wife, with whom the situation was understandably complicated — and then moved on to the part of the story that was really about her own reinvention. New city. New projects. A consulting practice she was launching. A woman moving forward. When Constance finished reading I thanked her and ended the call.

Her brows knitted and she chewed on her bottom lip as she read out loud. “Hello, my wonderful fans. It's been a long ass time, but your baddest bitch is back, and she's back with loads of drama! Eek! The last time I brought the tea, you all called me a marriage destroyer and all sorts of names, but look how that turned out. I saved their marriage-by destroying it nonetheless-but at least no one is being lied to. Both spouses are happily separated. As always, I bring out the truth. Now, I have returned with more juicy stories. There is a billionairess out there whose husband is squandering her family's money (on me) just because she's infertile. There's more to the tea than meets the eye.

It was still early morning, and work hadn’t fully started, so gossip was welcome. When she reached Anna’s desk, where most of them had gathered, she paused and smiled again. “Well,” she said slowly, enjoying the suspense, “I just got some classified information.” Gasps followed immediately. “It turns out,” Nate continued, “that the tech billionaire divorced his wife not too long ago. And guess why?” Everyone leaned in. “Because of the woman he is about to marry now.” The hall erupted. “What?” “He was married before?” “Who would divorce such a handsome man?”

"Even if you give me a trillions dollars ,I would never sign those papers ,we have to be married for the next five years just as the both of us had agreed because the only thing that I could remember was us as coupes have a clash and so I moved out ,when am ready am going to move back into my husband house and then we are going to sit down and talk about what had happened and then we would act like none of this had ever happened and not even a word about this would be spoken about again " "Aidan didn't ask you to do this right because if he's the one ,then am so going to have his head " "You can stop ranting already dear husband because at this point none of this really matters all that matt

"I want a billion dollars, Vesarius. As I said, there shouldn’t be any police involved if you want to see your wife breathing. I don't bluff, Vesarius!" "I don't make jokes either, bastard! For every additional beating my wife gets, I will deduct ten million from the money." "Stop right there, Asshole. I hold your wife's life in my hands. And right now, you don't have the power to cheat on me." "We both need each other. You can't fool me. You also need me big time. You need billions from me. For every additional beating my wife gets, I will deduct ten million."

“You pretend to be my wife. We stay married for a year. You attend a few events. You leave richer and free.” “Why me?” “I need a wife to seal a merger. The photo of us complicates things. This fixes it.” “So I’m your cleanup act.” “You’re a solution.” I stood up, fists clenched. “You think I’m that desperate?” His expression didn’t change. “You already proved it.” That landed like a slap. I turned toward the door. “Hundred and Twenty-five thousand now. Hundred and Twenty-five more when it’s over. Clean break. New start.”

She also received a substantial settlement, far more than Ronan wanted to give, thanks to Alex’s team exposing hidden assets. On the day the divorce was finalized, Sarah walked out of the courtroom holding Shenina’s hand. Ronan stood on the steps, glaring at her with pure hatred. “You think this is victory?” he spat. “That little settlement won’t last. And your stupid fashion dream? You’ll be broke within six months. Then you’ll come crawling back, begging me to take you in again. Remember my words, Sarah. Without the Vexler name, you are worthless.” Sarah looked at him one last time. “Goodbye, Ronan.”

"Sebastian, no. No, please—" "I want a divorce, Vanessa!" His words shattered me into a million pieces. "In a few days, my company is signing a deal that's worth 2.3 billion dollars," he continued, his voice cold and businesslike, as though he were in a board meeting instead of destroying his wife. "I'll be on every major news channel, every business magazine, and every social media platform in the world. I'm going to be one of the richest men in the world, Vanessa." He paused, his eyes boring into mine. "And I can't have you anywhere near me."