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I appreciated that more than I could say. I sat there for another minute, with my hands still on the desk, keeping my breathing even. Isabella had been with me through everything. She had been the first person I called when Trent threw me out of the house that fateful night. She’d stayed with me through the divorce. She had stayed with me at two in the morning when I couldn't stop crying. She had cheered louder than anyone when Hale Couture started gaining ground. And now her name was in a document that said she had handed me over to the people trying to take everything from me. I didn't know what to do with that yet. So I decided to set it aside for now.

She hadn’t expected Vicktor to actually bring the divorce papers. “Lucy,” Vicktor continued sharply, “you always blame others. But you never look at yourself. I’m divorcing you not because of Elisha. But because your temper has gone too far.” There was no sadness in the man’s eyes. He looked relieved. Deeply relieved. Lucy grabbed the folder with trembling hands. She opened it, pulling out a sheet of paper—the divorce document that only needed her signature. But after a few seconds of staring at it, Lucy’s body shook violently.

Chapter 8: Ashes and New Flames The divorce was finalized three months later. It was brutal but fair. Lila walked away with the apartment, a generous settlement, and half the profits from the now-successful Meridian deal. Ryan got to keep his dignity in public and his new family with Mia, but he paid dearly for the betrayal. The business community whispered, but Lila emerged stronger—her career skyrocketing as she launched her own boutique marketing firm.

As if they had been waiting somewhere for years. Chris’s jaw tightened. “I know,” he said. His voice carried weight now, heavier than before. “But things have changed.” Mia watched him carefully. For a moment she didn’t move at all. Then something flickered across her face, something that looked suspiciously like understanding, though it arrived with a trace of bitterness around the edges. “Oh.” The sound was soft. Her gaze dropped briefly before lifting again. “Because I’m divorced now,” she said. Chris frowned. “And a mother of two,” she added.

"What happened to you?! Why are you standing in the rain like this?" Olivia forced a weak smile. "It's over." Mia froze. "What do you mean… over?" Olivia's lips trembled slightly. "Sebastian and I… got divorced." The words sounded strange even to her own ears. Mia stared at her in disbelief. "What?!" Her voice rose with anger. "That bastard actually divorced you?!" Olivia looked down quietly. She didn't answer. Mia clenched her fists. "I knew it! I knew that snake Vanessa Blake would ruin everything!"

"It has grown considerably since." I said nothing. "Your husband also carries business debt partially secured against joint assets. In a divorce proceeding, that debt becomes a shared liability — unless we can demonstrate you had no knowledge of and no benefit from the borrowing." He looked at me over his glasses. "Given what you've shown me today, I believe we can argue that." The room was quiet. "What are you telling me?" I asked.

He replied, his voice hinting at rage. “Oh well, I’m fine.” It was then, Missy realized she never told her parents about her getting poisoned and almost owning her death certificate. Her lips smacked, deciding against the need to tell them or her father especially. “Listen I spoke with Tyler about your divorce, I know you want out of his grab. I’m going to fix it soon I promise, this would all be over and you’ll be back with your family. Your mother is going to help me with it all.” Davis said to her, lacing his words with reassurance and positivity.

“Then… what is it?” I pulled my phone from my pocket and handed it over. She frowned as she scrolled, her thumb slowing when she realized what she was looking at. Photos. Articles. Headlines. The divorce papers had already leaked, and the internet was doing what it always did with private things. “Nathan Lockwood and Tania Finalize Divorce.” “Mutual Separation Ends in Single Court Session.” “Power Couple Splits Quietly Amid Internal Pack Rumors.” Mia looked up from the screen, confused. “It happened this fast? I thought that you would take a while into it?”

"I lost a baby because of his violence. I lost myself because of his cruelty. But I found the strength to leave, and I found people who showed me what real care and protection look like." I glanced at Ace, who was watching me with pride and something deeper in his eyes. "I just want to be free to live my life without fear. To make my own choices. To be treated with the respect and dignity that every person deserves." Judge Morrison nodded. "Thank you, Mrs. Collins. Based on the evidence presented and Mr. Collins's behavior in this courtroom, I'm granting the divorce. The marriage between James and Lily Collins is hereby dissolved." Relief flooded through me so intensely that I nearly collaps

I said calmly. His head jerked up to look at me with disbelief. "No! I won't agree to it. I don't want a divorce!" "It's not your choice to make." I gave him the divorce papers I had prepared. "I've already signed them. We'll each get half of our assets. I'll get the house, and you can have the car. The company has always been yours, even before we were married, so you can have it back." Chuck looked incredibly upset while starting at the divorce papers, and he shook his head vigorously. "No, you can't do this to me, Willow. You had a part in building our company too! We can't get divorced!"