Novel & Cerita The Ex-wife's Billion Dollar Comeback

“Of course. You’ve been too busy staging your little strip show to keep up.” That upset her, I could tell by the way her eyes narrowed before she snatched her phone from the nightstand and opened her notifications. Sienna watched the footage circulating online in silence, me grabbing Anyta’s wrist, the slap, me shoving a guy’s phone out of his hand after she stormed out with the smug looking bastard she'd come to the club with. Her nose wrinkled in disgust. “I told you that ex wife of yours is trouble,” Sienna snapped. “Didn’t I warn you? Didn’t I tell you she’d ruin your life if you don’t leave her alone like you're supposed to?!” she flung her phone on the bed.

Her cheeks burned slightly, as if she were being fiercely slapped. Noah was about to scold and reprimand Cameron just like he always do to avenge Aubrey for being humiliated by her when Cameron suddenly continued on to say, "Instead of a lot, isn't 200 million too little for a billionaire like you to compensate your soon to be ex-wife? I put up with you with 3 and a half years, being an obedient wife not causing any trouble for you anywhere while we were married, don't you think you should compensate me with a reasonable amount and not just a mere 200 million?"

In a soft voice, she said, “We can’t go back to the past, but we can have a better future.” Magnus’s eyes lit up with joy. He pulled her into his arms, his voice trembling with excitement. “Senna, my dear wife.” “Who’s your wife? We’re divorced, remember?” Senna wrinkled her nose in disdain, giving him a playful glare. Magnus laughed. No matter how long it took, he would win her back completely. ***

Every breath felt heavy, and every small movement made her body tense before falling into suffocating silence as she reached her climax. Tears slipped down her cheeks without her realizing it, mixing with the cold sweat that hadn’t yet dried. She stared blankly at the ceiling, a bitter laugh escaping her lips. How ironic. So this was what it felt like to be the wife of a billionaire who had everything except love. Slowly, Sarah pushed the vibrator aside and reached for her phone. Her nightly routine was always the same: opening her second I*******m account just to check one profile—@Iam.mia.

I see now how isolated she must have felt, how she was left to fend for herself in a house that should have been a sanctuary but was instead a place of torment. My heart tightens as I think of her now, not just as the woman who was once my wife, but as a person who has endured far more than I ever gave her credit for. She is no longer just Aria, my ex-wife; she is Aria, the woman who rose above it all, who became a billionaire in her own right, who found strength in herself when I offered her none. And I? I’m left with the bitter taste of regret, realizing that I was blind to the woman she truly was, the strength she possessed, the struggles she faced.

he declared as if it was a fact. "I am not yours!” She yelled and pushed him away finally. With an exasperated sigh, she said, “ Get the fuck out of my room and my life right now. I don't want Steve or his family to see you or know anything about you. " She said almost out of breath. He looked at her amusingly but the questions inside him couldn’t stop churning. So, he gave in and asked, "Why are you even marrying that cartoon? I earn a billion times more money than his little stupid salary, and not to brag, but I definitely do look better than him and stronger too." He said. She folded her arms across her stomach and said:

“I saw the news. Congratulations.” “Thank you, Brad.” Brad was one of our potential Investors at the office. He owned a wide range of companies that specialized in various fields. Brad was originally a small time business owner who rarely got invited to the most basic events. But a couple of years later, he was steadily topping the charts, and being sought after by everyone. “it means a lot, but I can't take all the credit. I owe a lot of my success to my beautiful wife, Alora.” At the sound of her name, she waved in my direction and for a split second, all I could imagine was an alternate universe where she reciprocated my feelings for her.

THREE years had quietly slipped by since Cindy married Alexander Choi—the formidable billionaire CEO of Choi Global Holdings, an empire with deep roots in finance and investment. To the outside world, their marriage had been nothing short of a fairytale: the orphan girl who married into unimaginable wealth and power. It was also the very company that had poured money into her adoptive family’s real estate and infrastructure business, giving it the fuel to rise higher, stronger and more prominent than ever before. In society’s eyes, Cindy had become the bridge, the jewel that tied her family to an empire.

She replied without beating around the bush. “I'm not sure I understood that…” My voice trailed off. “My ex-husband is Roberts Greene,” She began to narrate. “He was a multimillionaire then. I married him for my career actually and well, he funded it pretty well. He was the building block of my fashion company. Man, he loved me pretty much!” “What happened?” I asked. “What else would happen?” Madam Kang laughed. “Of course, I got a divorce and left with the majority of his fortune. I heard he became depressed and wrapped up his business.”

“My husband lost over a hundred million dollars in investments after Chelley pulled the Moretti name out of the urban development project. She destroyed it overnight.” Her jaw clenched. “I hate her for that.” I leaned back slowly, studying her properly now. “And… you thought to join us in bringing her down?” I asked with a slow smirk. “Yes,” she replied. “She is my foster sister—and she is also my husband’s ex-wife. We used to believe she was barren. How she suddenly acquired this kind of wealth, a powerful husband, a family, a child, and fame—all within a year after the divorce—still shocks me.”