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I said and he slowly let go off my arm, I didn't bother looking back till I left the mansion I won't make the mistake of letting someone break my heart again. *NOTICE: Guys this is now The Book 2 Of After Divorce I Became A Zillionaire, from now we are going to be seeing more of the children's pov, it's more like a sequel but it's still under the same book and this sequel is more of Montana and Lily with the triplet, let me know what you guys think on the comment section, follow me hit the follow button and vote for this book, love you guys*

"Would either of you even be standing here trying to stop me?" Neither man answered. My chest tightened. "That's what I thought." I slowly curled my trembling hands into fists. "So don't stand there preaching about responsibility. Where was Maxwell's responsibility when he cheated on me?" I took one step closer. "Where was yours?" Denver's brows knit together. "Both of you knew." Every word came out sharper than the last. "You knew about Elise. You knew my husband was betraying me. You smiled at me. You watched me embarrass myself. You let me keep loving a man who was already building another life behind my back."

But the smug smile on his face told me I hadn’t. I turned to look at him, my chest aching with a mix of anger and disbelief. I wanted to shout, to run, to disappear—anything but stand there and watch him claim someone else as if I didn’t exist. My hands trembled at my sides. I wanted to ask him why, to demand the truth, but no words came. All I could feel was the sharp sting of reality: I was married to a man who had never truly loved me. I glanced around, hoping someone—anyone—would notice my humiliation, but the room was filled with polite smiles and empty stares. Everyone was too busy admiring him, the perfect CEO, the flawless man. No one saw me. No one cared.

“Enjoy your dinner.” Then I got in and slammed the door shut before Vincent could say another word. The cab driver barely had time to ask where I was headed before I barked out the address of the mansion. My hands clenched into fists on my lap, and my heart pounded in my chest—not just from anger, but from something deeper. Something uglier. Vincent hadn’t followed me. He hadn’t even tried. That should’ve told me everything I needed to know. I was Vincent's wife—his pregnant wife—but ever since he’d made up mind to protect Rosa’s baby, my baby and me became invisible to his eyes.

She watched, a silent sentinel, as the color gradually returned to her cheeks, as her eyes, once vacant, began to track her movements. Hayes’s mother came by often with Myra,her child. Her husband was still awol and no where to be seen. Heavens knew that eliana wouldn’t be able to control herself if she saw him. From what she heard , he was too much like Ethan. And she would not allow another story take place under her watch. She sent Loretta digging for any clue that would help her find out the events of that night but so far she had found none. She would discover it. It was only a matter of time. One afternoon, as she read from a worn poetry book, professor Hayes fingers twitched. Then, he

"Love is like the wind, you can't see it, but you can feel it." - Nicholas Sparks. Two days later, Gregório Villa-Lobos called Eduardo and gave him unexpected news. — The prodigal daughter returned yesterday. Fernando is still very angry, but because of his wife's heart, he decided to forgive his daughter. “So what happens now? Will we forget about this wedding thing? – Eduardo asked, holding the phone between his chin and shoulder as he undressed to shower in the presidential suite of his hotel in Rio.

After Dominic Hatch loses his memories, he refuses to believe that I'm his wife. "If you really are my wife, why is it that there aren't any photos of us together?" I explain to him that he doesn't like taking photos. That's why we didn't even have a wedding portrait of us. But soon, Dominic digs out nine thick and heavy photo albums from a hidden compartment in his safe. The main characters in those albums are him and another unfamiliar woman. There are countless photos documenting their journey—from they were still children to when they had completely grown up. The pure and innocence on their faces slowly give way to the sappy love and affection they have for each other. In fact, Domi

When Sabrina was alone in her hotel room, she found herself thinking about Elias. The boy was intelligent and observant beyond his years, and she believed Victor had raised him well despite doing it alone. She had wanted to ask about Elias’s mother, but she chose not to step into a part of Victor’s life that he clearly kept private. Without warning, a memory rose inside her, strong and vivid. It was not gentle, it was the kind of memory she had tried to bury but had never fully escaped.