Billionaire Divorce Wife Novels & Stories

"At that time, I didn’t explain why because I needed time to process the truth. I tried to deny it, even had some ridiculous thoughts when I looked back at my decision. But now, I want to show my parents what I witnessed—that was the reason for the accident and also my decision to divorce." Gordon put his arm around his wife, anxiously waiting for Gavin to play the video. As the images played across the screen, Mrs. Agatha’s face grew colder and more hateful toward the woman named Emma. If she was just a gold-digger, Mrs. Agatha could overlook it, but becoming a shameless prostitute was unacceptable. Emma had been foolish to despise her husband. Now, she would finally be driven out of the He

He can't take that risk again. He went to his desk to find the remote to his television. He needed to confirm the news himself. It took him a while to find the remote as the table was a mess. Soon the screen of his television flickered to life as he changed the channel to the news one. A woman in her late twenties stood confidently on the screen. “Is it true that the richest batcherlor in the world is back in a relationship?" The woman asked as a picture of Tristan Knight wearing a three piece Armani suit popped on the screen.

one of them gossiped. "Don't be a hater. My family works with the Everhart family and they are not people to be messed with. Although, I heard their daughter divorced recently, I don't think it is related to her beauty. Besides, she is the trending CEO in the business world and her net worth is in billions. Try not to get yourself into trouble," the other lady said, maintaining her composure. Astrid secretly smiled while paying attention to the politician who introduced his wife and son to her since she was in the market. Every family has been trying to get their sons to meet Astrid after the news of her divorce and CEO status.

She grabbed my son away from Fred, handed him over to one of her maids, and grabbed my daughter. "No! Please, don't take my babies!" I cried, my voice breaking with desperation. My heart felt like it was being ripped from my chest. "Please, Mrs. Bennett, I need to hold my children!" "You know the condition, Racheal. We agreed to this." At that moment, I remembered the contract I had signed while I was pregnant to give them my unborn baby at birth. Even though I wanted to hold my babies, I knew there was nothing I could do but accept defeat. It was in the divorce contract that I was going to give them my unborn baby.

“My husband lost over a hundred million dollars in investments after Chelley pulled the Moretti name out of the urban development project. She destroyed it overnight.” Her jaw clenched. “I hate her for that.” I leaned back slowly, studying her properly now. “And… you thought to join us in bringing her down?” I asked with a slow smirk. “Yes,” she replied. “She is my foster sister—and she is also my husband’s ex-wife. We used to believe she was barren. How she suddenly acquired this kind of wealth, a powerful husband, a family, a child, and fame—all within a year after the divorce—still shocks me.”

He pressed them with his thumb every few seconds like a small reminder that he was still holding himself together. I had watched him do that through bad dinners, failed deals, and every moment where the version of himself he’d built was at risk of showing cracks. He had done it the night of our third anniversary, too, right before he handed me the divorce papers. I hadn't understood it then. I understood it now. It was what he did when he was about to lose. The judge addressed the main question. Who was Victoria Hale, legally, and what did she own? She went through Lena's testimony, the fake co-founder document, and the counter-clause that Dr. Dale had found in my father's original agreement

She sighs and thinks, “Since when did I become a celebrity? These people seem to have nothing to do but gossip about other people.” The second top searched news was also about her and the Franks. The first news is written, “Alexia Rivas, a Divorcee is the Fiancée of the Richest and Youngest Billionaire in the country.” And the second one being, “Alexia Rivas, seen with the Billionaire Fiancé in front of Excellence Entertainment Center.” They arrive in front of the jewelry company and he is about to alight the car when she holds his hand and asks,

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?”

I hush her as the news anchor starts to mention a high-profile divorce case. “Billionaire couple Mr. Alexander Adair and Mrs. Anna Adair have announced that they will be splitting apart. Mr. Adair, the worlds hottest billionaire, announced to the media this morning that him and his wife will no longer be together anymore. The reason of the split is unknown but all we know is this high profile divorce case is being handled by one of the brightest, smartest, and fiercest lawyers out there, Ms. Sarah Carter.” The news anchor, Emily, states.

“Now that you say it… she does look like Mrs. Turner.” Janine smiles thinly. “She was under our noses this entire time. A fucking billionaire heiress right here in our home married to our son. I think she found out that she was wealthy and decided to divorce our boy to keep it all to herself.” “She’s divorcing him because he cheated,” her husband counters. “And had another baby on the way. And abandoned her when she fell down the stairs and hit her head.” Janine scoffs. “ Those are just fucking excuses.”