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

In fact, he thought that Shaun’s breakup fee was too ridiculous, but he could not say anything back then. Shaun chuckled mockingly. “I’m really hopelessly stupid. Sarah played with me like a fool, ruined my marriage, and killed my children, yet I gave her 100 million dollars when I broke up with her. Breakup fee, past debts, I’ll get it back from her in one way or another.”

For eight years, I quietly funneled cash into Donna Marina's wedding business, no questions asked. Two days left on our contract, and I'm white-knuckling it, wondering if I should keep the money flowing. She's asked for a divorce ninety-nine times. Ninety-nine. And I was dumb enough to think it was because I worked too much, because I wasn't around. Turns out? Nah. She's been wiring $500K a year—every year—to some guy named Alec Humbert. Slapped an "ILU" on every transfer.

Dylan asked her, "Look at you, looking all desperate. What if Cedric finds out about us? Aren't you afraid?" My wife gasped for breath as she replied, "Afraid of what? So what if that loser finds out? You think he has the guts to divorce me? He doesn't even know his own worth. He's just pathetic!" I clenched the lottery ticket in my hand after hearing those words. The pathetic loser she was talking about had just won 60 million dollars and had been wanting to share the happiness with her… I had misjudged her, and I found myself utterly ridiculous right now.

"You're right! I think it's too little! I'll return you this one billion dollar bank card. You better give me ten billion dollars as a breakup fee." "Haha!" He sneered. "You've finally shown your true colors. You want ten billion dollars, right? I can give it to you tomorrow. I'm busy today." Then, he hung up. Valeria was furious, and the tears in her eyes were threatening to spill. He had agreed to give her ten billion dollars. Was he crazy or something? "William, you son of a b*tch. Even if you're rich, so what? What a shameless rich kid. Earn it yourself if you can. What's the point of using someone else's money as a breakup fee?"

“It’s clear you are getting rid of people who know about your wife's disappearance which still links to you. It's like you have some sick twisted plan.” “What twisted plan? I love my wife,” I said. He laughed. “Everyone knows your marriage was a contract. Maybe you don’t want to pay the money.” Everyone? No one was ever that jobless. I laughed back. “Five million dollars?” He looked confused. “I'm guessing I just spilled. You weren't aware of the deal. It was five million dollars. I’m worth billions. My wife and I love each other. We ended that contract a long time ago.”

I wonder what Adrain thinks about me. From his reaction and behavior, it's obvious he doesn't like me. Great my life is going to be like a fucking W*****d story. The billionaire husband maltreats the girl who falls in love with him first then, later he falls for her and they live happily ever after. We all moved to the living room after dinner. They discussed about business while I on the other hand sat there completely bored and left out from their conversation. This stupid dress was starting to itch I was thinking when Taylor spoke up

“Stop pretending. Ruining my marriage is EXACTLY what you meant to do.” Then I locked eyes with Jordyn. “Either come home with me, right now,” I told him, “or we're getting a divorce.” “There’s no need to be so dramatic, Cassandra,” Jordyn scoffed. “Stop making a scene. Here.” He got off the bed and reached for his pants. He pulled his wallet out of his pocket and held out his credit card. “Leave us,” he said, thrusting the credit card at me. “There’s plenty of money in the bank account, but if you run out, just use this.”

I wouldn’t share. "More certain than certainty, my wife!" he boasted, and I rolled my eyes. As he walked toward me, he reached for my fries, but I smacked his hand away. "Greedy!" he pouted. "You’ve got plenty of money. Go buy your own!" I teased. "I’ll divorce you, I swear." "Careful, or our baby might end up looking like a potato with all those fries," he joked. My ears burned. What? My baby? A potato? Seriously?

I knew that I had to be careful, that I couldn't let my guard down for a moment. As the evening wore on, I found myself becoming more and more withdrawn. I was short with my wife, and I found myself avoiding eye contact. I knew that it was only a matter of time before she confronted me, before she demanded to know what was wrong. But for now, I just had to keep up the charade. I had to pretend that everything was normal, that I was a happily married man. But deep down, I knew that it was all a lie. As we sat down to dinner, my wife, Bridgette, looked at me with an excited expression. "Hey, I've been thinking," she said, "my birthday is coming up soon, and I was thinking we could do something

The rich guy grumbled loudly, but Grandma paid him no attention. "Madam Albright, the family dinner tonight is my final chance at getting a divorce! My wife is infertile. If Julie is pregnant with my child, my parents will stand up for me! I beg for your help!" The man pulled out a piece of paper on which he had written down a list of demands. "Madam Albright, I'll pay you 20 million dollars! Please help me out!" Finally, Grandma showed him some response. "Can't you wait for a day more?"