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

The man in the picture with her happened to be her partner. A few years ago, they had put their ideas and funds together to start up a marketing company, which rose so fast that it was surprising. She wasn't just my ex-wife who used to stay at home all day unless she had a conference to attend. She was now a boss. She co-owned a company with someone else. She was doing so well on her own and I was very proud of her. I was very happy they weren't in a romantic relationship but then again, who knew what could happen in the near future?

"Ex-wife. And you clearly have no idea who I am. You didn't know I was a doctor, who my family was, and you continue to show up where you aren't wanted. Your jealousy is staggering. Every instance you appear, where you shove your foot up your ass, you show me that you are exactly the man I divorced. You believe you are entitled to me, but the pieces of paper we signed are proof that I am no longer anything to you." "You continue to provoke other men with your feminine wiles and promises, Ella. You should watch yourself, seeing as there are no other men who are reliable. I provided for you, I gave you a home and a marriage and a life that you could have done anything with, yet you chose to be

I lean back in my seat, raising my eyebrows at him because it's so unexpected. "I know what you're thinking, but I mean it. It was wrong of me to do that as your superior. I shouldn't have taken advantage of my position in this company." I narrow my eyes as it takes me a moment to figure it out and when I do, I smirk and lean forward again. "I know exactly why you're doing this," I say to him. "You know that Mr Partridge is my ex-husband and I can easily get you fired if I want to."

Sasha, resplendent in a silk red gown, mingled effortlessly, her bright smile and charming laughter captivating the guests. "Welcome, everyone, to tonight's charity gala!" she exclaimed, shaking hands and exchanging air kisses. "We're thrilled to have you support our noble cause." Mr. and Mrs. Montgomery joined her, their presence commanding attention. Mrs. Montgomery's diamonds sparkled as she greeted the guests, while Mr. Montgomery's firm handshake and warm smile put everyone at ease. As the evening progressed, the charity auction began, with exclusive items up for grabs, a private yacht vacation, a rare art piece, and a luxury car. The bidding wars intensified, with the wealthy patrons v

"What ceremony?" William looked at her. "The first one." Silence. "The one nobody remembers." Marcus leaned closer to the camera. "That ceremony was the beginning of everything." The screen went black. Then one final message appeared. CHAPTER ONE OF YOUR MARRIAGE WAS NEVER RECORDED. Alice stared at the words. William reached for her hand. This time, she let him take it. Whatever had happened nine years ago, one thing was becoming clear. Their marriage hadn't started with the wedding Alice remembered. It had started with a secret neither of them had been allowed to keep.

He was insinuating what had gotten me here in the first place and although I was disgusted by this pregnancy, I could use some much needed attention. I silently get up and head to the bedroom. I hear him follow behind me and shut the door. At least there was one thing that occupied me. After my hatred-filled entanglement, I tell Francisco to take me to a nail salon. Once we arrive, I sit down and wait for my services when I see the news playing in a screen just up the wall across from me. ‘Social Articles report that a young billionaire is no longer back on the market. The business mogul has rekindled with his wife who was seen sporting the same rings gifted to her for their wedding just 6 y

If only he could guess what. A news came to his mind and he took out his phone as he walked out of the elevator. He could remember the breaking news he came across online a few days ago and it was still trending. [Jacob Sylvan comes in contact with his ex wife, Blaire Quincy, who is now a billionaire and CEO of Gemma's Collection] The headline read. He immediately clicked on the news story. That was when he realized that the Blaire Ella had mentioned was truly his ex wife. He couldn't help but to wonder why Jacob had gone to see her, did he perhaps want them to get back together now that he knew she owned a fortune?

For a woman who was absent from business headlines until recently, her impact has been extraordinary. Marcus read the article again. Then a third time. Two million per year. Plus equity. Irreplaceable. He set down the tablet and leaned back in his chair, staring at nothing. Elena. His ex-wife. The woman he'd dismissed as a social climber who'd trapped him into marriage. The wife he'd kept hidden from business associates because she didn't fit the image he wanted to project. That woman was now making two million dollars per year as one of the most respected analysts in the industry.

"I wanted her to know her place. Instead, she ran to Damien Cross, of all people. Do you have any idea what kind of ammunition that gives him?" "So what?" I leaned forward, letting my dress dip lower. "She's desperate and pregnant. He's using her to get to you. Everyone can see that. You're Adrian Sterling. You have the power here." Adrian's eyes finally left the screen, but they didn't hold the heat I wanted. They were cold, calculating. "Power means nothing if I can't control my own wife." "Ex-wife," I corrected, a sharp edge creeping into my voice despite myself. "She signed the papers. She's nothing now. Just another gold digger who thought she could trap a rich man with a baby."

Now, I was no longer the Jane who cried on park benches or begged for scraps of love from people who didn’t deserve me. I was Jane Harrison, CEO of one of the largest oil companies in San Francisco CA, a mother to a beautiful daughter, and a woman who had reclaimed her power. All just because of one good man. Nate. My phone buzzed, pulling me from my thoughts. I glanced at the screen and smiled when I saw the name. Answering the call, I leaned back, my voice warm and steady. “What is it, Nate? Don’t tell me you’re already missing me.”