La Emperatriz Divorciada Novels & Stories

Even if she lost her son, she could not show her sorrow in front of others. The Empress always remembered her role as the Emperor's wife. She repeatedly told herself that the Emperor wouldn't fall in love with anyone. She restrained her feelings carefully until she found that the Emperor had fallen in love with another woman. Her belief for many years collapsed, and the hatred of betrayal grew wild. The Empress loved the Emperor, but the Emperor loved another woman. The Empress turned her love to hatred. This was the greatest charm of this role. Chelsea took a deep breath and started to perform.

"I respect you as my mother-in-law. But that does not mean you can insult me and slap me as you wish." "Then give me what I want!" Amelia gathered her papers, shoving them into her briefcase. "You want a grandchild? Ask your son. You know where he lives. And besides, you don't need to worry about an heir. I am divorcing Alejandro. He will marry another woman, and she will fulfill your wishes dutifully. As for me, I'm out." She turned to leave. "Stop." Amelia froze. Marisa's voice was cold. Deadly calm.

Alex and Sophia stood up as well with me. Ryder's face turned red with rage and he took a step closer to me only for Alex to block him. "What do you want?" "She's my wife," Ryder told him as a fact, his eyes fixed on me with a possessive glare. "So, move out of the way." Sophia stepped forward as well. "She's not your wife anymore, Ryder. She has already signed the divorce papers." Ryder rolled his eyes and he lunged at Alex, "You're just a rebound, a distraction from her failed marriage," Ryder snarled at Alex. "So, don't try to be a hero."

I hated that. I had been so relieved when she got married and had to relocate to Texas with her husband, and I'd secretly nursed my dreams of taking over the Montclair Empire after my father, but that seemed almost impossible now that she was back. My father never failed to commend her on one thing or the other that she did at home or the office, and I wish they knew just how much that pissed me off and left me irritated. The spotlight which had always been on me since her marriage to Bruce had faded away from me and begun shining on her once more, and it irked me.

“I’m not leaving! Harry, you can’t do this to me!” Tiffany struggled desperately and behaved like a madwoman. “I’m not acknowledging that divorce! If you really want a divorce, you have to give me half of your family’s assets! “Otherwise, I’ll make your life miserable! I’ll take you to court! I’ll make sure everyone knows what a cold and heartless person you are!”

The Emperor hesitated. What happened... during these four years? --- He swallowed his anger. "There is another important matter." He gestured toward the young woman beside him. "Come forward." The girl obediently stepped ahead. The hall erupted into whispers. Only Kiara remained expressionless. She had expected this moment. "I wish to introduce my second daughter." "Amelia Hyperion." The whispers grew louder. The Emperor continued. "Eighteen years ago... I mistook another woman for my late wife." "From that mistake..."

Her sobs caught in her throat, silent but no less real. Even if she wanted to leave, she had nowh‍ere to go. Th‍e savings s‍he‍ had were tied‍ up i‍n the house she had paid for. Filing for divorce w‍asn’t just impossi‍b‍le emotionally it was‍ a process that needed money sh‍e didn’t have. Maya curled herself into the ch‍air, her body trembling. She had been betrayed, humiliated, and left al‍one in a home that should have been hers‍ too.

People began saying he built the empire. It never bothered her, because she believed what was hers was his and what was his was hers. That was the marriage she thought she had signed up for. She opened the folder, the wording was clean and polished. It stated that due to “ongoing health conditions,” She would voluntarily step down from operational authority. It transferred key patents to a subsidiary under Adrian’s direct control. It framed the divorce as mutual and respectful. It was legally flawless and emotionally empty. “Does he think I cannot recover?” Sabrina asked quietly.

I couldn’t help but feel a mix of irony and detachment. The woman I had once cherished had now been trampled upon by the man she had chosen, yet I couldn’t summon even a shred of pity for her. She looked at me, forcing a bitter smile before lowering her head in shame. “Zack, do I look ugly now? I know your status is different now, and you can’t afford a scandal. Divorce is fine, but can we not end this completely? Do you really want to give up on all the feelings we’ve shared? Don’t you feel regret?”

Selena raised her brow curiously. “Hah, did you know she never legally divorce her ex-husband? Her divorce with him was just verbal, but they never legally separated. I bet Alexander is regretting everything right now! He wanted to marry her before but it turned out she’s a married woman!” Vivian sounded so amused by this. Selena was not exactly in the best mood to celebrate as well, but the news stunned her a little. “Are you sure the news is real?” Vivian nodded from the other side of the line.