Novel & Cerita Divorce The Billionaire Husband

“I am Elena Blackwood.” “I am Elena Moran.” “I stopped using Blackwood.” “I never married Adrian.” “I did.” “I divorced him.” Adrian blinked. Current Elena whispered: “Don't take it personally.” “Trying.” One older Elena: “I married someone else after he died.” Adrian muttered: “I dislike this meeting.” Another: “I never had children.” Another: “I had nine.” Lucas looked horrified. Another: “I rejected Genesis entirely.” Another: “I built it.” Another: “I destroyed it.” Another:

Fred’s POV Henry our butler told me Emily had actually signed the divorce agreement, and I’m not going to lie, I was surprised. “She also got into a Rolls-Royce, Sir,” he told me when I returned home that evening. Retreating to the living room, I settled down in front of the fire Henry had made. I can’t believe that she really did it. I honestly didn’t expect her to sign the papers so easily! I dwelled to myself. But this was what I wanted, was it not? I had longed for Nancy all these years, and finally, we were together.

“Today we officially can end our marriage. All you need to do is sign the document.” Jazz reached out and took the paper. Without looking at it she teared it into pieces then told him to put it back in his pocket. The media vultures circling need not see what this was all about. “Are you sure Jazz?” “I am Jack. I married a billionaire so I am going to divorce a billionaire.” She said cheekily.

His eyes were wide with fury. “Sign…signing the…” "If you dare, then consider yourself disowned!” He concluded and Valentina paused instantly. "You seemed to forget that her divorce is the reason you are here.” I raised a brow at him and he squinted. "I don't know who you are but you have no business shoving your nose in my family's business.” This time it was his loud mouth of a wife who spoke. "I don't hit ladies.” I started and her eyes flared.

She pulled his jacket from around her shoulder, then folded it once before placing it beside him. “Please,” she said gently. “Just stay away.” He told himself, ‘It’s not rejection. It’s protection,’ because that was what his heart would believe. He inclined his head. “I understand.” She searched his face, as though memorizing it. Her eyes mirrored the longing, the pull, the utter betrayal of logic. Then she turned again and disappeared down the path. Theodore remained seated until she vanished completely from his sight. He took out his phone and made a note about the divorce. He had to expand his reach. A divorce between people like Levi and Alicia Connard-Rutherford - prominent members of s

“What?” I followed him inside, my heels echoing against marble floors I had once believed were my home. “I want a divorce.” The words hung in the air. Julian stared at me—actually stared this time—before letting out a short laugh. “What kind of game is this?” “I’m not playing,” I said. His expression hardened. “You’re tired. Emotional. We’ll talk about this another day.” “No.” I reached into my bag and placed a folder on the table between us. “I’ve already filed.”

To watch me cling even harder to my gentle husband. But this time, I stayed silent. My silence was starting to get under his skin. "Say something! Cat got your tongue? Or are you actually stepping aside? Perfect -- Vivian's way more fun than you'll ever be..." "Are you done?" I cut him off. He froze. This time, I didn't reach into my bag for our marriage certificate. Instead, I pulled out my phone and forwarded him the divorce papers my lawyer had sent me. "Ethan." I looked him in the eye.

“What are you doing here Amal?” “It’s no longer mom? How rude have you become?” “Very rude, and you lost the privilege of being called mom.” “Fair enough.” “What do you want?” “Well, knowing who you are and after seeing the news about your husband’s real identity, I had to come to stop you from making the wrong move.” “What are you talking about?” “Ashley, Duke, your husband is the richest and most powerful in the whole fucking world. And now, because he didn’t tell you, you feel betrayed.”

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.

Isabella's POV The morning after the gala, my face was on every news site and social media platform in the country. "The Lost Morrison Heiress Found." "Billionaire's Long-Lost Granddaughter Revealed." But my favorite headline was from a gossip blog: "Marcus Wei's Biggest Mistake: He Divorced a Morrison." I read that one three times before I started making calls. It was time to stop playing defense. Time to attack. I woke up in my bedroom at the Morrison estate to my phone vibrating nonstop.