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

"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

It showed how I got kicked down by Christopher and was exposed by Jessica. At the end of the video, I was drenched in wine and crumpled on the ground. The video showed my face clearly. The caption read, 'Ex-husband of successful businesswoman, Jessica Goldenfold, left her when she was riddled with heart disease. He did it for money. Now that she's rich, he lied to her and claimed he donated his heart to her. He did it for money.' Just like that, a nobody like me went viral. The Internet exploded. Everyone knew that Jessica had an ex-husband who knew no shame at all. They found out how heartless I was to the woman who loved me.

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.

But then, he looks away and walks to the private room in the office, Chris shakes his head and whispers to himself, “The perfect, well mannered, unshaken CEO, now has a loose tie, a messy hair and a smelly alcoholic mouth. Who is this guy? Where did he come from? Who said love, wasn’t a dangerous weapon? The sooner he realizes it, the better for him before someone snatches his billionaire ex-wife.”

’ 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."

He was insinuating what had gotten me here in the first place and although I was disgusted by this pregnancy, I could use some much needed attention. I silently get up and head to the bedroom. I hear him follow behind me and shut the door. At least there was one thing that occupied me. After my hatred-filled entanglement, I tell Francisco to take me to a nail salon. Once we arrive, I sit down and wait for my services when I see the news playing in a screen just up the wall across from me. ‘Social Articles report that a young billionaire is no longer back on the market. The business mogul has rekindled with his wife who was seen sporting the same rings gifted to her for their wedding just 6 y

Only then would I be able to match up to her ex. Kristine didn't know this, but I had done a little research on her supposedly ex-husband. It was crazy what I discovered. I had been intimidated, not going to lie. I had found out her bastard ex wasn't just a multi-billionaire, but he also owned an entire empire. His chains of businesses were all across the world. He was a renowned business tycoon, unlike me, who was still finding my roots.

With a sympathetic balance, she responded, "That’s our boss’s ex–husband. A billionaire, as you can see." At that point, it seemed like a time bomb went off inside of me, shattering my entire being.

He answers my question and I quickly push his hand away, freeing my chin from his burning hold. “What gold-digging work of art?” “Striking a deal with my father so you can become my wife and take up the fancy title of Mrs. Wesley. Using my family’s money and influence to save your father’s company from going bankrupt. Ring any bells?” There are a million things I want to scream at him to debunk or clarify his misconception of what truly happened in the past, but I cannot find my words. He’s wrong. That’s not what happened. He takes another step closer and our bodies almost melt into each other’s. The heat of his angry breath is burning every inch of my face and his angry eyes are staring hol

She opened her phone and tried to turn off her notifications, but she saw an unusually eye-catching comment in the comments section. "Only a fool would believe that Caroline's husband is a rich heir like Mr. Sorkin. Do you still not understand why she never reveals who her husband is?" Someone replied, "Do you have the inside story?" That person replied immediately, "Of course, Caroline's husband is a driver. I've seen him pick Caroline up from work more than once." "No way. Although Evans Group has fallen, Caroline's ex is the heir of the Morrison family. It's impossible for her to marry an ordinary man, right?"