The Ex-wife's Billion Dollar Comeback Novels & Stories

In the past, I could never dream about getting my hands on 50,000 dollars a month. It was my cue to lay on the charm. “I feel bad because you work so hard to earn your keep. I’ll be sure to spend wisely. True to my word, I spent every penny. The designer bag I’d been eyeing? I went ahead and bought it. The jewelry piece that caught my eye? Bought it. High-end skincare? Done. Meanwhile, Cassidy’s quest to bag a billionaire husband hadn’t been quite successful. Leveraging her looks and tactics, Cassidy befriended several rich heirs and tagged along to upscale venues.

Arianne exclaimed, her eyes on the television. I almost choked on my coffee. Gently, I lowered the cup onto the table and followed her gaze. Damn. It's my ex-husband's commercial again, I thought to myself, wondering why I have to see his face almost everywhere despite trying to avoid it. Grey's business had expanded from owning hotels and malls to now owning several airlines. The commercial was, in fact, about the promotion of his airline. I recognized the woman in the commercial with him. She was Catrina Blackwell, a renowned beauty queen who won Miss International last year.

The dark brown hair swiftly caresses her face, getting attached to the slightly red skin because of sweat. Her exhausted eyes keep monitoring the food, which is releasing a flavorful aroma of seasoning. Today, she is going to meet her husband, a billionaire who has been away from her since the day she said, "I do!" Gwen Stacy is the obedient wife of a billionaire businessman who said goodbye before saying "I do," signing the marriage papers and getting no chance to look at his wife or let his wife see him.

Yet I drew a slow breath and turned around. I said nothing as I reluctantly faced my ex-husband. He stared at me as if he saw a ghost, and I couldn't help but find his expression delightful. His looks seemed more polished than during our marriage, but it was only natural. He was now the mighty CEO of Welch Med Industries after all. By his side was Kathrine Lacroix-Welch, whose dress was more sparkling than a cheap Christmas decoration sprinkled with three tons of glitter. She too stared at me wide-eyed, but unlike her husband's shocked expression, hers was filled with anger.

"It's not about the proposal, it's about your personal life. Your ex-wife is your boss and you didn't tell me that, why? Harrison wanted to give him the real reasons, but it wasn't the point, he had to keep pretending things. "Well, it's a long story, but between her and me, there's nothing anymore, we have too many differences, and it's evident that in her heart there's no longer any love for me, so I'll just dedicate myself to getting my life back. "How?" I mean, are you going to give up on that woman? "At least to his love, yes, not to his company, I need money, and plus the commission of this spectacular business, I need a place to live.

He called again, but softly this time. “It's Harper.” She said and he gulped. He ran his eyes on her body again and let out a chuckle. “It's you. It's really you. How have you been?” He asked nervously. “If you want to have a conversation with me, you have to make an appointment. Have a nice day, Mr. Blackwell.” She said and walked away before he could say anything else. Xavier remained on a spot as he watched her walk away. His ex-wife has returned and she returned as a billionaire. Five years ago she was nothing, she really had nothing. How is this possible? What happened within five years?

Just when she was about to turn it all in good favor, the devil had to play it’s wretched games and bring her ex husband into the mix. She was exhausted, “Go away.” “Is this what you are now??” He asked, “Cooing up to Investors??” Gianna turned around sharply, expression aghast to be accused of doing such a thing, “How dare you?!” Justin chuckled manically for a moment, he couldn’t believe it himself, how his ex wife eoukd stoop so low. He was on his way to the bathroom, right after an unsuccessful attempt to flirt with some random rich, upper echelon women. They all bore him to death, their stories about their expensive trips and whatnot.

My husband called me fat, ugly, and disgusting. Then he used that as an excuse to cheat on me with his secretary, Joanna. I threw him a birthday party, hoping to make him happy, but he chose to spend the night with her instead. Tired and fed up, I signed the divorce papers and walked out of his life. Three years later, I was no longer the unwanted XXL wife of Adrian Wellington. I was Miranda Wright, a billionaire heiress who had just bought my ex-husband’s company under a fake name. When Adrian finally discovered who I was, he was shocked. Then he fell at my feet, pleading for another chance. “Miranda, don’t do this to us.” I ignored him, pulled my hand away, and barked an order at my securi

I changed into my nightclothes and slipped beneath the sheets, but sleep refused to come. I stared at the ceiling while the house remained completely silent around us. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the staircase again, and every time I remembered that night, I saw Sienna at the bottom of it. I had spent five years believing that she was gone and that I would never have to face the consequences of what I had done. Now she was back, and I knew she had not returned by accident. She had built a company worth twenty-five billion dollars, returned to Washington, and bought half of Apex. She had walked into Damian’s world with more power than either of us had ever imagined she could possess.

Her manicured nails dug into her phone as she stared at the headline: BLACKWOOD EX-WIFE WEDS EUROPEAN BILLIONAIRE Ava looked poised, protected, and stunning beside Lucien, her hand resting lightly on his arm. The image burned into Isabella’s vision, twisting into a mix of envy and rage. “She doesn’t deserve this,” she hissed through gritted teeth. Her fingers flew across her messaging app, summoning her private investigator with a single command. Find everything. Every detail. Every record about Ava’s pregnancy. If she couldn’t have Ethan… she would ensure Ava never got the life she wanted, never got the happiness she deserved.