Novel & Cerita Don’t Mess With The Divorce Queen

EMBER’S POV “He’s going to divorce me.” “You’re not married.” “He’s going to divorce me preemptively.” I’m losing a war with six shopping bags in the back of the car while Daxon and Reyes unload the rest in a haunted silence that says they’ve seen more today than they have in their entire jobs. “He’s going to invent a brand-new kind of divorce specifically for this.” “Ember, breathe,” Queenie says, practically vibrating with glee. “The damage is already done. It’s set in stone. Literally.”

"So let me go Leon. I have said that to you like a thousand times. Give me the damn divorce and let me be free." I pushed his hands away. Leon was surprised to see me like this. The girl who didn't even had the strength to stand in front of him was fighting with him. Where was this strength coming from? It was must be coming because of Jake.Lon was thinking that Jake is brain washing me. "No Leon you listen to me..... I am done listening to you.... I am so done with you. You better start treating me like your wife or I swear I will leave you. I don't care if this baby is yours. Got it? It will be better if you do."

If I divorced, I would want everyone to think that I wanted the divorce and not that, my husband had thrown me away after using me for a while. Elsie glared at Ann and she quickly rushed out of the room with the thought, If I am to remember what I said, it was in support of Miss Elsie, so why is still angry? And at me? Rod and Oswald were watching the video together, when it ended, Rod couldn’t help but comment, I think Miss Tess really loves you. She keeps finding ways to dissuade you. Oswald glared at Rod and said to him, To the PR to release the information that, what the people know is the truth. There is no more engagement between the two companies.

She squeezed it tightly, as if she were releasing all her anger on me. "Y—You ’re hurting me!" I cried out as her grip tightened. "YOU THINK I DON'T KNOW MY SON WANTS TO DIVORCE YOU? WELL, I HATE IT TO BREAK IT UP TO YOU, BUT I ’M THE ONE WHO INSISTED THAT HE DO SO. AND YOU HAVE THE NERVE TO COME BACK AND RUIN MY SON'S REPUTATION IN FRONT OF MY FRIENDS!!!" she roared. S—She knew it all along?

Hello, dearest readers. My heart is so full as we come to the end of this incredible journey filled with true love, second chances and genuine friendship. This story is a gentle reminder that love can blossom even in our darkest moments, that true love heals all pain in time. And second chances should be given to who truly deserves it, it's not weakness but a medium for people to transform themselves, do better, love better. This officially marks the end of; Divorce By Mistake: Reclaiming My Ex-wife.

A collective gasp rippled through the crowd. "Wait. I thought they were childhood sweethearts. How did this turn into an uncle-and-niece wedding?" "Seriously, incest? What's going on in rich people's world?" "That's nonsense, Jake!" Wendy snapped. She grabbed my arm, her voice dropping to a cold whisper. "Leave right now, and I might let you walk away with some dignity." I snorted and shook her hand off. "Maybe you should be the one worrying about your dignity."

The words fall into the room like a stone. My breath stills. Viola smiles. I do not understand why. I look at Idra. He shakes his head slightly. “I am going to have dinner,” he says. Then he turns to leave. “Kiana, you should join him,” the Queen Mother says. I hesitate. “But I want to stay with you.” “Do not worry,” Viola says gently. “I will take care of her.” I look at her. Then back at the Queen Mother. Reluctantly

“Miss Ward, this house does not hire women to decorate a room or charm the Don. If you enter, the children’s needs come first, the household rules second, and your curiosity last.” He pushed the gate open. “Do not ask about locked doors. Do not repeat names you hear. Do not promise the children anything you cannot keep.” I tightened my grip on my bag and nodded. Eight hours earlier, I had signed my divorce papers. Sebastian Crane’s lawyer told me the prenuptial agreement left me with no claim to the Crane family’s assets and no right to remain in the house. Sebastian did not even come. He sent his assistant with one message. “If she wants to leave, let her leave clean.”

My jaws clenching, I picked the tv remote and turned up the volume. The news anchor’s voice cut through the silence, way too cheery for the headlines below it. “Alright, America, let's dive into the juiciest news of the day. The entire Internet is shocked as America's Socialite Queen, Sloane Harper files for divorce from Business Tycoon, Adrian Cross.” A photograph of Sloane and me standing together popped up on the screen–our wedding day, Sloane smiling at the camera with her arms wrapped around me. I scoffed, shaking my head. Grabbing the vodka bottle beside me, I poured myself a glass.

It was as if she was a loser. Finally, she reached out and took the divorce paper from Queenie's hand. ‘She's going to sign it!' Queenie curled up the corners of her mouth with a smug smile. However, in the next second, Naomi gave a sneer and tore the paper into pieces! Right after that, she threw the pieces into the air, and they fell like snowflakes! "You!" This time, Naomi clearly saw the shock and anger in Queenie's eyes. Naomi walked closer to Queenie and stared at her with an icy stare. She sneered, "You forged the signature! Stop pretending to be innocent! This is between me and Mister Daddy. Who asked you to deliver the divorce paper? Who do you think you are?"