Rebirth: Mr. Ceo, Let's Divorce！ Novels & Stories

"And you! How dare you marry such a crazy woman! You should hurry up and divorce her as soon as possible!" Pierre didn't give much thought about it. After all, he was also a vain and selfish person just like Irene. And on top of that, Irene never cared about eating or living healthily during her pregnancy, staying up late all night drinking. Her body had long gone out of shape with multiple stretch marks. He actually found her disgusting now. In fact, he had wanted to bring other women home with him for a long time. "Okay. I'll prepare the divorce papers as soon as we get back."

“You cαn’t get rid of me thαt eαsily. I’m your Lunα. I’m cαrrying your heir whether you like it or not. You need me. Without me, you’re just α cαndidαte with αnger issues. You wαnt thαt crown? You won’t get it without me.” “Oh deαr..." I stood up, circling her. "Whαtever fαntαsy you’re living in where I give α fuck αbout you or this fαke-αss bαby performαnce you’re putting on—wαke the hell up. This is reαlity. And you’re not in my future." “Y-You cαn’t be serious, Killiαn.” “Deαd serious,” I sαid. “I’m divorcing you. And nothing—not your bαstαrd pregnαncy, not your empty threαts, not your dirty little recordings, will stop me.”

She hummed, "Toby, tomorrow we will go through with the divorce proceedings! We got married before for Zoey's sake, but now Zoey is openly with Russell, so we don't have to keep the secret anymore. You and I can go our separate ways too." Toby's face darkened, "I said on my household registration that I am widowed, not divorced." Leanna was taken aback, "Do you want me to die?" Toby was amazed by her magical thought process, and half of his anger from earlier instantly dissipated. However, he still maintained an angry expression, "No. Don't mention divorce again in the future. It is absolutely impossible!" Leanna felt aggrieved, and tears fell down pitter-patter. She sniffed and said, "We go

This time, Jaxon finally stood. “I still want a divorce.” Ashley believed that if she entangled herself with Jaxon once more, her rebirth would be a waste. Would she end up being that love-fool Ashley who abandoned her child again? What was her purpose of second chance if she would jump into that same fire pit?

I couldn’t even think properly, Will I die here? I-I will die in this timeline? No! I shook my head repeatedly as I looked at Levi. “Levi, let’s go to my house.” He looked at me with a shocked face. “Miss Bree, your husband is in there.” “I don’t care! I need to find a way to go back, Levi! I’m desperate!” Pain crossed his eyes as he stared at me. “Y-You can just divorce him, Miss Bree…”

On the table sat heavy files, lined up tight, color-coded tabs sticking out like flags. “Everything is ready,” he said, sliding the first stack toward me. “Divorce paperwork. Asset division. The settlement is generous but ironclad - no loopholes for contesting, no hidden clauses that could be exploited later. You’ll walk away with more than enough to rebuild independently, plus full ownership of the revitalized Wade family business.” My fingers moved calmly across the paper, though my chest pounded hard underneath. Exact figures filled the pages. Not warm words, but sharp ones, drafted just how I wanted them. That escape plan came to life when we said vows: walking away rich, alone by choice

“Us, fight? There’s no reason to do so now.” “Oh?” Eunice said, pretending surprise. “Then I guess it’s over. Good for you. Divorce isn’t a big deal these days anyway.” Madison’s head snapped toward them, lips parting slightly. The rest of the kitchen went quiet, ears perking. Mrs. Jane’s knife stopped mid-slice. She slammed it down with a metallic clang and marched toward Eunice, voice sharp and unwavering. “Is divorce a joke to you? Should I get your son divorced first?”

My body tumbling, bone cracking against marble. The ceiling lights blurring as blood pooled behind my eyes. And Hayes. Standing out, orders to the doctors who were trying to revive me, and his words– telling the doctors to pull the plug. My fingers curled tightly on my laps where they rested. I had died that day. And yet… I was here. Reborn. That rebirth had saved me. It had showed me my mistake and that had given me the strength to ask for a divorce and to break free from Hayes, to escape his clutches and remind me of my strength, my brilliance and my power.

I said before I ran a hand through my hair and leaned back against my seat. Tyrell quickly opened the envelope and looked shocked the moment he realised that it was the divorce papers that I had personally asked my lawyer to draw up this past month. “You want a divorce? Under what circumstances?” Tyrell asked, with his tone a little more louder than before. I stood up from my seat and looked down at both father and son who looked equally surprised. “Well as you already know, my father has recently made me the CEO of his company which means I no longer need to stay in this fake marriage or this house for any longer then I have done so already” I said nice and clearly.

The divorce certificate in my hand wasn't a symbol of failure but of new beginnings. When I arrived at the Dreamland Studio, Maya was waiting for me, pacing anxiously in the reception area. Her eyes widened when she saw me. "Serena! Tell me you didn't actually go through with it!" she exclaimed, rushing over to me. I held up the divorce certificate in response. "Holy shit," she whispered, staring at the document in disbelief. "You actually did it. You left the CEO of Blackwood Enterprises,one of the most powerful men in the entire world."