I'm Divorcing With You, Mr Billionaire! Novels & Stories

he says. “Thank you.” “So, you got divorced then?” he asks, drowning more of his liquor. “Uhm…” I lick my lips. “Yeah, I did. That’s why I left Chicago.” I don't know if the lie is worth it, but I sure don’t know how to say that I tried to divorce my billionaire husband but couldn’t — because he's powerful, connected, and makes it feel like the world spins at his will. “I’m so sorry about your divorce,” Lionel says. “At least I’m here. I can help you,” he adds, like I’m a patient and he’s the doctor ready to patch me up. It wants to sound funny but it doesn't. Not in this situation I'm in.

After a moment, he stopped and dragged a hand through his hair. “So let me get this straight,” he said, glaring at me. “For three years, you talked about nothing but wanting a divorce. And now, you finally got one!” He clapped his hands in exasperation and stalked towards me. My jaw clenched tight as I struggled to reel my temper in. “You’ve got your woman back. You're about to be the youngest billionaire in the whole state. So tell me why you’re sulking around, throwing tantrums like a heartbroken teenage boy.”

6 Alex. The first thing everyone tells you about divorce is that it comes with relief, as if someone finally cuts you loose from a bad anchor. They don’t tell you about the empty echo of footsteps on hardwood floors or the way silence starts to hum around you like an old fridge with a broken motor. It wasn’t freedom. It was hollow.

Her face went from disbelief to glaring outrage and finally one I couldn’t even read. In a voice so cold, finally matching the impression her icy blue eyes gave, “Mr Archer, fix your mess and please while you’re at it, sign the divorce papers, let’s be done with this.” In a much quieter voice, “you’ve already taken five years of my life, you’re not getting any more.”

The latest headlines lined up before me one by one, as recent as they came. I ignored them all, my life carried more problems more than whatever was happening with Kim Kardashian and her sisters. I searched for the health blogs, the one for newly pregnant women. I found the page I had visited and was just about clicking on it when suddenly—- BILLIONAIRE MOGUL JASON HARPER DIVORCES HIS BARREN WIFE OVER CHEATING ALLEGATIONS. I blinked slowly, but painfully. Cheating? Wait. What? Barren?! My jaw dropped faster than my body's temperature whenever I had a fever.

“And you’ll watch it happen without you. I want a divorce and you better believe it will be public and the world will get to see the billionaire taken down.” I turn and walk out before he can say anything else. His voice breaks behind me, “Ava, WAIT—!” I don’t. Not for him. Not anymore.

he asked quietly. “It ends the marriage.” He stepped closer. Rain dripped from his hair onto his collar. “I don’t want this.” “Then you should’ve thought about that before you climbed into bed with her.” The words landed. He flinched. The cameras caught every second. I could already see tomorrow’s headlines. BILLIONAIRE HEIRESS DIVORCES REAL ESTATE MOGUL IN TEARS, CHEATING SCANDAL? I didn’t care. “I have to go,” I said.

"Please just don't divorce me. Let me be with you. I promise I will make it right." "Please don't twist the truth Christian Evercast. You are a man who practically forced me to marry you. You are just like a self-obsessed billionaire, who can't take no for an answer." "I- I am a self-obsessed billionaire. Yeah?" He laughed. It sounded bitter even to himself. "Let's get a divorce. I don't know who you are anymore. And all this I can't trust you anymore."

Max asked angrily. “I would have done that but I don’t have superpowers to do such. I really want to hear her voice right now,” I sighed. “The only voice you will hear is the one of her husband when he comes to warn you to stay away from his wife!” Betty tried to suppress her laughter. “Is he fawning over a married woman?” “Betty, she’s partially married. Sooner or later, she will be divorced and officially mine,” I said with determination. “If this was a movie, I bet that the title would be ‘the possessive billionaire and the partially married or about to be divorced woman.’ How does that sound?” Max mocked.

When I am done with him, I am going to leave with you and make you my wife far away from here; I just need a little more time. Lastly, I am a BILLIONAIRE.