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My breath hitched in my throat as I saw what was trending. “Content of the popular Billionaire's marriage” “Ethan Blackwood's contract marriage to avery pierce” I tapped on the document and it looked legitimate enough, like a marriage document or a contract laid bare for everyone to inspect. I immediately reached out to shake Ethan awake. “What's wrong?” he mumbled with a thick voice. “Wake up! You need to see this” I said as I pointed the screen to his face. Ethan's eyes widened as he read through it.

“Mrs. Vance, Mr. Vance wanted you to have this.” I smiled, relief flooding me for a moment. Maybe Ian had planned some kind of surprise. Maybe I’d been overthinking. I handed the pen drive to the technician, who plugged it into the projector. The lights dimmed as a video began to play. And then my world ended. “This,” Ian’s voice filled the hall, cold and smooth, “is my anniversary gift to my soon-to-be ex-wife. I finally free you from our miserable marriage. It had no future from the start. I want a divorce, Elara Rhodes. In that envelope are the papers. Sign them and deliver them to my doorstep.”

"He left you the house you resided in. You can use the money in the bank account but once the fifty seven million runs out, you won't get anything more. And when I say he left you the house, I mean the literal physical house. Everything in it will be donated to charity. His personal effects will be given to his spouse and his son. "But I... I am his wife... I did..." "What did you do other than poison and torment him? You blackmailed and manipulated him. You lied. You killed my husband. Did you think he would leave everything to you?" "He was my husband!" "Mine!" I stood up hurling the two seats between us away. "Mine. He was mine. He died as my husband! You despicable bitch! Do you think th

So I looked away a d heaved a sigh of frustration, “I’m sorry, Alpha, but you asked for it when you called me weak. I know that you do not know me, and that’s fine because I don’t know you either. But I Heard your conversation with my husband, I mean, Ex-husband. I know that you hate him as much as I do, and I have information that I downloaded from his laptop, information that I’m willing to give to you if you promise to work with me and use it to destroy that bastard!” I told him. “What is this, and extortion attempt?

I lower myself into his chair, spin around once—just for fun—then begin rifling through them. Most are title deeds, bank statements, and what looks like business contracts. “Aiderican Morne?” I read aloud, blinking. “Is that his full name? I never thought to ask…” sigh. I scan one of the statements and nearly drop the paper when I look at the balance. It is millions of dollars. “Damn,” I whisper, shaking my head. “My cheating husband is like rich, rich.” I set them aside and pull open the drawers. In one, I find something unexpected—two old, dusty burner phones.

"I'll pay the 1.5 million. And… sell the house. Estelle, we'll get the divorce." I nodded. "Mr. Lambert has already prepared the agreement." His mother collapsed into tears. "Zach! You can't sell the house. That's your son's—" "Mom!" Zachary roared, "Enough!" He snatched the pen, didn't even read the document, and signed his name. The tip of the pen tore into the paper, slicing through the 10 years of our fraudulent marriage. … Meanwhile, Yara sank into her chair and covered her face, sobbing uncontrollably.

“Richard, I see you as a younger brother. I want us to be on the same page.” Then I grabbed his hand and swatted it away. “You're hiding something more sinister. You're just trying to get to Audrey, not because you truly love her. I won't let that happen.” Instantly, Kevin took out his cigarette and slammed it on the ground, his eyes burning with so much fury that it could melt steel, yet I wasn't fazed. “You can think whatever the fuck you want,” he growled, “but let me tell you this: You might be her husband on paper, but she's mine. She has always been mine so stay away!”

Now. “Michael,” I said, my voice coming out steadier than I felt. I forced a small, tight smile and gestured to Andrew. “This is Andrew Price. He’s my lead partner on the Henderson merger. One of the people who helped me get this far.” I turned to Andrew, whose polite expression was starting to look strained. “Andrew, this is my husband, Michael Sotheby.” The word ‘husband’ did something to Michael. I saw it—a slight, almost imperceptible loosening in his shoulders. A flicker of something possessive and satisfied in his gaze as it swept over Andrew. He likes the claim. The public stamp.

"Audrey? What are you doing here?" I stared fixedly at the glob of pig manure dripping from his collar. "If I hadn't come, how could I witness your dedication to education?" I spat out, slamming the divorce papers I'd brought right into his face. "Sign it. Don't you dare bring AIDS home to me." Beside him, Paige sized me up before suddenly breaking into a grin. "Well, well. So, this is your wife. The one who only knows how to spray perfume? She looks like a plastic doll. No wonder you said you can't get it up looking at her."

Hazel stared at the screen of her mobile, appalled. He has cut the call.... Fuck you! Bastard! Hazel cursed and vibrated in anger. He has spoke no word after she asked him what deal? He just fucking cut the call! “Hazel what happened?” Matilda asked concerned. “My husband! He is the problem! He has first bought this place and now he has my son! He is trying to abandon me of everything I love!” Hazel cried out.