Novel & Cerita Ex-husband Unmasked: He's A Billionaire

We have already expected high profile individuals from different walks of life would come to this occasion. As a Montefalco, it was truly an honor to be here, that is of course, if only my family would be so glad to have me in. Apparently, it would only be grandma who was the only one left caring about me in this family. My husband doesn’t want our marriage to continue because he preferred to have his first love—also currently his mistress—as his wife instead of me, even my mother-in-law whom I though was caring to me at first was all just a show-off.

“He barely even cared. Signed the papers like it was just another business deal.” Skyler’s eyes widened dramatically. “No way. No drama? No ‘how could you leave me’ moment?” “None,” I replied, letting out a small laugh. “He asked me where I got the $10 million from, though. He couldn’t wrap his head around the idea that I didn’t touch his money. Two years and he still knows nothing about me.” Skyler raised his glass in a mock toast. “To the mysterious and ever-resilient Sophia! I knew you had it in you.”

It didn’t matter that I had asked her to marry me before, the truth now was that I didn’t want her anymore. “Dominic!” Ted called after me but I ignored him and got into my car. The drive back was silent and wasn’t quite sure if I was paying attention to the road or wandering through my own thoughts but no matter how hard or how many times I tried to focus on the road, I was just not able to. At that moment, I drove past a huge billboard and the headlines caught my attention, “Billionaire set to marry his pregnant girlfriend.” It read with a picture of me and Vivian leaving the wedding store that day, displayed boldy with emphasis on the wedding dress she had on.

"And I am going to get married to her. You, Avery Quinn, are nothing to me. You have never been anything; I only got married to you out of pity. I saw you struggling with your stupid therapist career, and you suited what I needed for the media at that time. I never loved you. I never cared for you. You could die and I would not give a damn. For fuck's sake, you can't even give a proper blowjob!" "Dante, I-" "You should get out before I call security and lock you up!" He cut into me. I looked at his face, trying to see behind the stony mask, but I could not. I found it hard to believe that this was the man I had gotten married to 3 years ago. The soft-spoken but aloof man was always gentle wi

Oh. So that's the angle. She must be the "new partner" my father-in-law mentioned a few days ago. Jason didn't even qualify as an illegitimate son, and he was already throwing his weight around like he owned the title. And let's be real—the Harding family only became the richest in Seavora because of my husband, Hank Harding. Arthur had nothing to do with it. Jason opened his mouth to talk into my phone—then the call cut. Fine. Hank was probably already on his way.

Outside his room, he was always in a suit, but today, he wore a long-sleeved, black-and-white striped shirt, black jeans, and sneakers. I covered my mouth, trying to mask my shock. With his coat draped over his shoulders, he looked like one of those rich college boys with wealthy parents. “Mr. Han,” I greeted simply. “Mrs. Han,” he replied. I had to look away to hide my blush. Turning on my heel, I walked back to my cubicle and resumed sorting books. “Your husband is a billionaire. It’s ridiculous for you to work,” he said. I pressed my lips together, suppressing my laughter, and completely ignored him.

Then, with a faint smirk, he reached into his jacket and pulled out a photograph. He held it up for me to see. My breath caught in my throat. It was a picture of Yohan and me on our wedding day. Why does he have this? "Are you this woman?" he asked, his voice laced with something unreadable. "I can’t believe he’s still planning to get married. I thought I ruined his life." His words made no sense. Confused, I stammered, "W-Who are you?" A slow grin spread across his face before he answered, "Let’s just say I was once one of the wealthiest businessmen. But all of that disappeared like magic, thanks to that son of a bitch—your devil husband."

He blew the smoke into the air like it was nothing, creating an art in the air like a pro. I swallowed hard when he took his glasses off, his gaze was fixed on me. He was freakishly tall and intimidating. "I see you are sniffing around my new prey, did you think I wouldn't catch you? And I hope you ain't going around kissing ass because I know you are so fucking broke." He said lazily. I straightened my back with some confidence I managed to find in the bottom of my so called heart. "What? You mean Aria? Richard, she's my ex wife...You don't get to speak like she's yours. Besides she belongs to Ethan now." I said, as bold as I could.

EDWARD I listened to my best friend insult a man to his face, admit his fake wife was secretly that man's ex-wife, and confess to something he couldn't quite name for her. We both had our problem and what qualified as the biggest problem in my own life has a name. And that name was Chloe Alexander.

’ My thumb hesitated, then, out of a weird mix of boredom and curiosity, I clicked. The page loaded, and a picture filled the screen. A man. A familiar man. My stomach dropped like a stone. It was Donald. My ex-husband. My breath hitched. He was standing there, in what looked like a beautiful garden, wearing a crisp suit. And beside him, her hand linked with his, was a woman. She was beautiful, with bright eyes and a wide, beaming smile. The caption underneath confirmed my worst suspicions, or perhaps, what I should have expected all along. Donald was now married to his "childhood love."