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

It dawned on her that his heart belonged to another woman and there was absolutely nothing that could change that. “I owe you no explanation,” Dennis replied with a tightened expression. “You just have to leave. Hold on, do I need to remind you that our union was never based on our mutual love for each other? I don’t love you. You should know better and stop all the drama.” “Alright, I understand.” Nita sighed. However, she maintained an indifferent outward look. She did not want to look defeated before him. Dennis scanned from her toes to her head, “I know you have nothing to fall back to. I’ll make a cash transfer of one million dollars. That should be enough for you to gather the pieces o

she said, tears rolling down her eyes. There was silence between them as Melinda listened to her with shock and amazement, her nails digging deeply into her palms. Then Melinda broke the silence. “She was that powerful?” Her tone was filled with rage and disgust. “Oh. She was that powerful. They owed everything and everyone in Atlanta and beyond. They are untouchable…. Sarah made me lose my daughter… my husband!” Irene replied. “You said you thought I was dead; what made you say that?” Melinda asked as she stared at Irene, waiting for her response.

I let go of her hand, gently placing it by her side. "How dare you!” I chuckled at his audacity, he was forgetting his place and it's time I do something about it. "Were you in on this plan?” I cracked my knuckles. "I don't know what you are talking about.” He averted his eyes. Cool. “I want my money back." I raised my chin, daring him to misbehave one more time. “But…” "Your wife rendered her unfit for me.” I shrugged like I didn't care about Valentina.

The smile slowly faded. He married her. Kevin and Stephanie. A day after our divorce was finalized. The man didn’t even wait for the ink to dry. I pressed my lips together, that familiar sting of betrayal flickering in my chest—but it was duller now. Because he hadn’t broken me. He’d only lit a fire under me. And now? I had two million reasons to be a menace. Operation get fired was in motion by Pierce Carter is ready. ~~~~~ I showed up at the penthouse with my cleaning supplies in one hand and my dignity in the other—which was barely hanging on, considering I’d squeezed myself into a uniform two sizes too small and conveniently forgot a bra.

“She’s a stranger you forced me to share a bed with. And for what? To give you a grandson you could parade around as the next successor? You used both of us, Grandma. And I’m done with it.” Grandma’s cane thudded once on the floor. “Even if you divorce her, Everett, where do you expect her to go? She’ll be ruined socially. You think a divorced wife of a billionaire will be welcomed anywhere? She’ll be eaten alive.” “That’s not my problem!” Everett laughed and I heard the shuffle of feet as he stood up. “It is your problem,” Grandma countered. Then, after a pause, she added. “Then I’ll arrange it. She’ll go abroad to start a new life, away from all this. That way you’ll never have to see her

Look where it got me at the end of the day. I was face flat on the bed, crying and staining my entire white and gold sheets with makeup. That was how it happened. I had filed for divorce not too long after that day, and two months later, we went our separate ways. With the nonchalant attitude back at the event center, I thought he cared little to avoid our marriage. I was surprised when he was reluctant to sign the papers and if my bodyguards didn't hold me back, I was ready to throw hands at that man.

Fredrick whispered the names of these apparently distinguished people and I forget it the second I move from them to the next person. “When does this end?” I whisper to Fredrick, “What do you mean? It only just started, to your left, Miss Bayek, her divorce brought in the most revenue for divorce cases two years ago, smile.” I gasp, “The one with the obvious fake boobs? Why do I have to smile at her? We already handled her case.” I whisper back, “That was her third divorce, and she just got engaged again, to another billionaire, the owner of the Jace Motors, Jacob Holden.”

And when her wounds get better, she'll take the private jet to Ibiza to party with her fellow billionaire housewives. That was her life, and she loved it, telling me it was the best sort of life for a woman. She continued her 'one slap to a black card' lifestyle until her dear husband caught her cheating and asked for a divorce, leaving her penniless. "Jane?" Papa Ben calls again. I groan, holding my head. "I'm fine, thank you, Papa." He nods and scoops some food into my plate before pushing it to me. Cicero is seated opposite me, busy with his food, ignoring us.

I said like he even had my number. "Of course," he said. "You're going through a divorce but for some reason in the court documents it says you filed for it immediately your mother was put to rest." Dominic said as I frowned. "That's impossible. It was Julian that filed for it." I said. "But it's your name in the court documents. And you requested five billion dollars, seems a bit too much for alimony doesn't it." Dominic said and I couldn't believe it. My lawyers said the highest I could get was the three hundred million I was promised. Where did this five billion come from?

After her return, he just couldn't bring himself to love her like he used to do before; it was as if the three years he had spent with her wiped away every single feeling he had for Claudia. After some days of reflection, he finally decided to get Sarah back, even though it meant divorcing Claudia, but to his greatest disappointment, Sarah was nowhere to be found. It was after some inquiries that he discovered that she had left New York City, but he couldn't find out to which country she had traveled to because Sarah's uncle had personally concealed it from anyone's knowledge; even Sarah wasn't aware of that. It was two years later that he discovered that she had traveled to England to take