Divorced And Disappeared, Now She's Back With Billions Novels & Stories

“I had just moved up. What happened after that?” Max hesitated. “You stayed. You built everything. You’re running the company now. You’ve been CEO for three years.” That didn’t make sense. “What else?” He exhaled. “You got married.” The word didn’t connect. “To who?” “Nadia Bush.” Nothing. “You were married for three years,” he continued. “You divorced her two weeks ago.” I frowned. “Why?” “You didn’t explain it. You handled it quietly.” He paused. “Same day as the accident.”

The pain in my stomach grew worse, while my heart ached with every beat. After two seconds of silence, I finally spoke in a hoarse voice. "Yeah. I can't afford to drag this out." After taking the signed divorce agreement from me, she tossed me a bank card. "You were with me for ten years, after all. There’s five million dollars in there. It should last you a long time." It was almost laughable. Ten years of youth and devotion, and in exchange, she had built a fortune worth tens of billions, while I was apparently worth only five million.

After all, this was a wealthy neighborhood with many villas. Little did he know that Sarah was smiling smugly with the check in her hand after she went upstairs. “100 million dollars! How wonderful! I didn’t expect Rodney, that piece of trash, to give me 100 million dollars after divorcing me. Sure enough, I didn’t put on an act for nothing.” After keeping the check, she called Grady eagerly. “Honey, I’ve divorced Rodney. I’ll be able to return to your country with you two days later. Are you happy?”

she said quickly, and I looked away. Because she could be right. Every time I pictured Aurora after the divorce, I pictured her angry, hurt, and heartbroken. I never pictured her devastated. “The woman who showed up after the coma isn’t the same person you’ve always known.” I froze. “What?” Patrice’s eyes slightly widened. “Wait, you didn’t know? “Know what?” Patrice shifted in her stance like she’d said too much. “She never told you? “Told me what?” I blinked.

In less than a minute, she and her suitcases were out the door, her protests muffled behind the heavy wood. The silence she left behind was almost a gift. My mother turned on me next, her eyes bright with fury. “Explain. Now.” I swallowed, suddenly wishing I was anywhere else in the world. “Stella’s gone. We’re… she signed the divorce papers.” She stared, unreadable. “Why?” I hesitated, then handed her a copy of the letter, the one that ruined everything. “There was a letter. From a driver, confessing to taking money from Stella and Eleanor. He claims they hired him to, hurt you. To break up me and Sophie.”

Later, when he got tired of playing with her, he abandoned her and even beat her up at home many times. She divorced him and went back to her previous financial backer. She was as happy as could be now. Why would she want to get back together with that greasy director again? Yuliana pursed her lips, her smile a little stiff. “You can’t say that. We also want each other to be happy after the divorce. If he has a girlfriend, I can’t break them up, can I?” Sadie sneered at the words and turned away without comment. She was a few years younger than Yuliana and knew just how deep the waters in the entertainment industry were.

“What… what’s this?” She didn’t answer immediately. She tilted her head, that same wicked curve to her lips. “Open it,” she said softly. “You’ll want to see this.” My stomach dropped as I unfolded the papers. Divorce papers. Signed. Velma’s signature, bold and real, stared back at me like a cruel joke. “No… no, no, no,” I stammered, voice rising. “Who… who sent her? Where is she? Where’s Velma?”

It wasn't until a car appeared on the distant highway that they became excited, all crowding toward the entrance for a better angle. They were staking me out, hoping to capture a firsthand shot, while I watched from my office upstairs in the hospital, peering through the blinds at the scene below. I couldn't imagine what headlines they would pair with the images, as my story was indeed full of drama. The young billionaire remained unknown until her divorce, when her ex-husband died at the hands of his lover. The lover was about to be imprisoned, and in the courtroom before imprisonment, she tearfully and desperately told the judge that she had contracted HIV, pleading for a more humane judgm

He was insinuating what had gotten me here in the first place and although I was disgusted by this pregnancy, I could use some much needed attention. I silently get up and head to the bedroom. I hear him follow behind me and shut the door. At least there was one thing that occupied me. After my hatred-filled entanglement, I tell Francisco to take me to a nail salon. Once we arrive, I sit down and wait for my services when I see the news playing in a screen just up the wall across from me. ‘Social Articles report that a young billionaire is no longer back on the market. The business mogul has rekindled with his wife who was seen sporting the same rings gifted to her for their wedding just 6 y

I said as I walked toward my car, starting up the engine and reversing. "I want every penny returned to me, with interest. He breached our contract long ago, and I let it slide because of our marriage. Now that I'm divorcing him, there's no need to continue our collaboration with him. I'll have Eleanor reach out to you for further information." I said as I pulled out of that driveway and sped off toward my salon. "Got it, boss. I'll have my team add up the numbers. Calvin is going to get hit, and he won't even see it coming." She says, making my smile widen.