Divorced My Ex, Married His Rival 소설 & 이야기

It is hurting her now, which I relish because she broke the terms of our marriage by cheating and therefore, I have the right to demand a divorce and am not obligated to give her anything. She made one attempt to ask for my forgiveness after I confronted her, but I could see she was not sincere and only wanted to continue seeing her lover, whilst remaining married to me. But I refuse to be used in such a way, so I filed the divorce with my lawyer immediately. She became spiteful to me in that moment and did everything she could to hurt me, before she finally moved out of my house giving me the peace and quiet, I was longing for. Unfortunately, her lover is a rival of mine and now I am forced

And the company is going to be backlisted and banned from our partnership records. But before it could happen, the entire hall went dead silent as the heavy and light sound of footsteps appeared once again. I looked over at the annoying newcomer but paled the next moment. The lady was finally close by, and I could see who she was without even having to think too much. Olivia? Wasn't that my ex-wife, whom we just divorced a week ago? How did she get married to my business rival within only a week of our divorce? Had she been playing with me all this time?

“Layla Washington is your ex-wife and fated mate, correct?” “Not that it is any of your business, but yes. That’s right,” he said coldly. “Well, she has been cheating on you.” “I am fucking aware of that, hence the divorce. I’m gonna need you to get to the point.” “She’s been cheating on you with my fated mate and soon to be officially ex-husband, Jesse Hansen. I think we should work together to make them pay for the betrayals.” A sly smile emerges on Santiago’s face.

This short-tempered, stressed-out version of myself who snapped at assistants who were just doing their jobs? I knew exactly when. Two years ago, when my second marriage imploded in spectacular fashion. Vivian. My ex-wife. My first wife's sister. What a disaster that had been. I'd married Vivian three years after divorcing Isla, convinced that I was making a better choice this time. Vivian was beautiful, sophisticated, exciting, everything my first wife hadn't been. We'd had Ashley, my daughter, who was now seven years old and living with Vivian in a different state, courtesy of our equally spectacular divorce.

Every day, a new piece locks into place, revealing just a bit more of the picture I’ve been trying so hard to keep hidden. And if my hunch is right, he said all those reassuring words earlier about how my past with Ethan wouldn’t affect my job because he wanted to make it clear that he’s not like Ethan. Or maybe it’s just because he hates Ethan. I can’t tell which. But I can feel the tension in the air whenever that name comes up. My life is truly ridiculous. I divorced my dumb husband, then without knowing it slept with his business rival. And now, I have a daughter for that rival. If irony were a person, it would be laughing right in my face right now.

So when a better path appeared, I left. It was not that I stopped caring. I simply cared about myself more. But time changes things. When I returned and saw him again, he was different. Confident. Successful. Established. He had built the life I once doubted he could. And he had done it without me. That stung more than I expected. Then I heard he was married. To Jenny. Jenny, the quiet girl. The obedient one. The one who never challenged him. The one who smiled softly and followed instructions like it was second nature.

“You'll be coming to this place, my private residence, once in a while, but I need you to fully stay at the family house, where my spoiled lazy son stayed.” That's right. All through the five months I was married to him, Freddie,my ex husband doesn't do anything at all. Apart from carrying girls. “I want you to go inside that house, make their life a living hell.” The words brought out so much joy inside of me. I can't believe it is finally time for me to take my revenge on them. **** The next day, I stood in front of the mansion again, the same place I was thrown out like a trash, I'm about to return there as somebody. Someone powerful.

You can’t take it back in the divorce settlement! The thought of all my hard work and sacrifices over the past year sent a wave of bitterness surging through me. Gritting my teeth, I said, "So, throughout this marriage, you only cared about the house?" She gave me a look like I was insane, her eyes scanning me from head to toe. "What else? You think I was drawn to your poverty or the fact that you’re an orphan?" With that, she flung the papers in my face. The metal clip grazed my eye as the documents scattered to the ground.

Chloe walks into her husband Marcus's office to bring him birthday cupcakes for their daughter, only to find him sleeping with his secretary. Instead of crying, Chloe walks away, goes to an underground nightclub, and meets billionaire tycoon Dante Moretti. Dante offers her a deal: marry him to destroy Marcus completely. Chloe agrees, steals Marcus's financial secrets, and launches a massive revenge plot that strips Marcus of his money, his company, and his pride, turning Chloe into a wealthy, powerful queen. Every moment of this journey tested her courage and pushed her past her limits. The stakes were high, the dangers were real, and there was no turning back once the wheels of revenge we

I suddenly looked up, "Perry." Jaclyn Dills's lips curled into a cold smile. "You've already made it crystal clear. This useless display of maternal love is unnecessary." His gaze swept over my belly, paused for a moment, then he turned and walked to the door. Bending down, he picked up the suitcase in the corner, opened the door, went out, slammed the door shut with force, creating a loud sound. I couldn't help but smile bitterly. Being friends after a divorce seemed forever elusive for Jaclyn Dills and me. We were bitter rivals when we got married, and even after the divorce, we couldn't let go. I stared blankly at the divorce papers for a long time.