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Chapter 33 It's been three months since Emmy was born. I sat down with Tyler and My father and explained to them what I did as expected of me. I married Cato, merged the kingdoms and now that the oath has met I'm going to divorce Cato so he and Ginger can finally marry. Not like anyone had a say in what I was doing. I was Queen so I immediately issued a divorce and Cato and I are no longer married. I plan on giving them the paperwork when they come to see Emmy.

“Any amount… anything you want from me, Marissa, I would do. But I beg you, don’t turn your back on us.” When I bled and cried, you turned your back on me. You relished signing those divorce papers while I begged for my life. I scoffed again and shook my head. “Why don’t you try to steal my identity as Queen and give it to your dear girlfriend the way you did ten years ago? Hm?” After that day, I realized Tristan never introduced Queen to the world again. And that was because I had disappeared without a trace.

Beatrice let out a small, broken whimper, the reality of their disposability finally sinking in. "No... no, we can’t let that happen," Beatrice whispered, her voice shaking with a raw, shattered terror. "If he divorces you, Lydia, we have nowhere to go. No one will take us in. Fk... fk, Silas, we’re going to lose everything for real this time. We’ll be begging for change."

Her sobs caught in her throat, silent but no less real. Even if she wanted to leave, she had nowh‍ere to go. Th‍e savings s‍he‍ had were tied‍ up i‍n the house she had paid for. Filing for divorce w‍asn’t just impossi‍b‍le emotionally it was‍ a process that needed money sh‍e didn’t have. Maya curled herself into the ch‍air, her body trembling. She had been betrayed, humiliated, and left al‍one in a home that should have been hers‍ too.

he asked quietly. “It ends the marriage.” He stepped closer. Rain dripped from his hair onto his collar. “I don’t want this.” “Then you should’ve thought about that before you climbed into bed with her.” The words landed. He flinched. The cameras caught every second. I could already see tomorrow’s headlines. BILLIONAIRE HEIRESS DIVORCES REAL ESTATE MOGUL IN TEARS, CHEATING SCANDAL? I didn’t care. “I have to go,” I said.

The angry look on her face hit harder than the sudden cold air on my skin. I stared at her. “Babe, what is it? Why did you stop?” She crossed her arms. “Why are you still with her?” “Who?” “Isabella, of course. Your so-called legally married wife.” I leaned back in the chair and dragged her hand down my face. “Are we still on this? I thought I explained everything to you. Once she signs that document I will divorce her immediately. Then you will have me to yourself. All alone.” I stood and closed the small distance between us. My fingers tilted her chin up so she had to look at me.

“There’s no point in pretending to care about me now." “Are you still talking calmly to her?!” Agnes sparked, abandoning the floor and rushing towards Kaan with the divorce papers. “Read this!" She shoved the papers into his face hotly. "See what this gutter rat has done! She wants to divorce you! And even reject— “ She choked on her own words. The disbelief turning her purple all over again. “She actually dared to— “ "Mother—" Kaan started to stop her. “Are you bewitched?!” She snapped. “Your precious wife clearly reeks of another male!”

Again Duke Alantoin and Queen Minerva widened their eyes at another unexpected news from the maid. “Th-this is very strange,” said Duke Alantoin, stuttering because he couldn't believe what he heard. “The Black Prince and his wife both filed for divorce, and the girl is no longer in the palace. As if saving his wife from murder on our part if that girl dares to file for divorce? Is this so weird? I feel something is off here.” Queen Minerva stared intently at her older brother, analyzing what had happened. "You're right this is very strange ..." she hangs.

She sighed, "I am sorry, Bastian, please forgive me. I should not have forced you to marry Amy, I should have allowed you to make your own choice. If Amy wants a divorce, give it to her and marry the woman of your choice." Bastian was even more shocked, "how can you say that, mum? How can I divorce the wife you choose for me? I already told you that it's a misunderstanding. I don't want to divorce Amy, I want her to come back." "Then you'll have to get her back yourself," the queen replied. "Bastian, I don't want to interfere in your marital life anymore. You and Amy are adults so look for a way and sort out whatever problems you have or give Amy her freedom. It's already late now and I need

He glanced at the others, and from the way he looked nervous, I knew that I wasn't going to like whatever he was going to say. "Your Highness, we could change the queen." He was still talking, but I wasn't listening anymore. The words kept ringing in my ear. 'Change the queen'. I clenched my fist tightly, and I felt my fingernail dig into my skin. That was the last thing I expected them to say. "You want me to DIVORCE her!" It wasn't a question, but he nodded. "Yes, Your Highness."