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My breath caught at the sight of Ethan and a slender woman standing before him. Not wanting to interrupt, I stepped back, using the wall to shield myself. "How dare he force you to marry someone from the streets? Is he fucking nuts? What the hell is going through that man's head?" the woman snapped, crossing her arms. Were they talking about me? I wanted to shout that I wasn't "from the streets," but fear kept my voice stuck in my throat. I’ve always been intimidated by wealthy people because they are unpredictable. "I have no idea, but I'm going to beat him at his own game. He should watch me," Ethan replied.

"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."

Phil quickly pushed Richard’s hand off my arm, warning him sharply, “Let go of her!” But Richard didn’t care. He snarled even louder. “The woman in question is very influential. She can command the world with her fingertip! No matter what you do, you can’t reach her level because YOU. ARE. POOR!” He groaned in disgust.

It was only then that people realized he wasn't a first-time groom but a divorced man seeking a new partner. One would think that after this revelation, the online community would lose some of its admiration for Gabriel and envy for Juliet. However, the opposite was true. They continued to wish the couple well while hurling insults at the ex-wife, Catherine. The reason? A poor girl marrying a rich man, soaring up like a phoenix, only to be discarded—of course, all the blame fell on the woman. "She didn't know her place, chasing after wealth like that." "Did that plain student really think her looks would transform her into nobility? In the end, her true colors showed."

I opened my mouth, then closed it again. “I didn’t think about anything,” I admitted. “Just… Freya.” He gave a slow, disappointed whistle. “That’s a hell of a thing to admit, son.” I looked away. “She’s not just any woman,” I muttered. “She’s… she’s Freya.” “Yeah, I remember. Your ex-wife. The one you hurt. The one you betrayed.” “I know.” “She’s also the one who walked away from the mess you made,” he added.

“Evidence? Who will believe a pathetic, unstable wife like you?” The divorce battle was brutal and public. Ronan’s lawyers tried to paint Sarah as an unfit mother who abandoned her duties and had secret affairs. But the photos of bruises, the financial control records, and Shenina’s own innocent statements to the child psychologist turned the tide. After months of hearings, the judge granted Sarah primary custody of Shenina with generous visitation for Ronan. She also received a substantial settlement, far more than Ronan wanted to give, thanks to Alex’s team exposing hidden assets.

"Mr. Stone's ex-wife is a lazy, greedy, poor woman who only wants his money." Sophia scoffs inwardly, thinking, well, this lazy, greedy, poor ex-wife saved your company from significant financial losses. Turning her gaze back to Alexander, Sophia meets his eyes with unwavering intensity, her voice cool and measured as she poses her question, "Do you agree, Mr. Stone? Is your ex-wife truly as lazy and greedy as portrayed?"

But now, seeing the woman's defeat and painful look, made him want to have her all the more. "Wait, I don't believe you. Are you- wait, t-the Shawn Richmond? CEO of…" "Yes," Oh goodness! This man, her husband? How insane? This is impossible. It was just a single, straightforward reply, but it had a massive impact. How could she be this stupid? The man was nothing but a cold-hearted billionaire playboy, rich and demanding and evil and so sexy and.... hot! damn it! "Oh my God..."

she expressed in shock. It felt unbelievable, and they all rose to their feet, staring at the TV screen like toddlers watching cartoons, unable to be disturbed. "As the report reached us, we found out that the former Alda Morgan, now Alessandra Russo, was recently divorced by her husband, Tyler Harrington, and lost everything she ever had to the cold hands of her husband's divorce." "Could this be fate? The former Alda Morgan, now Alessandra Russo, who should now be a nobody, is now one of the richest women alive in the United States of America."

The moment the headlines filled my screen, I went still. Billionaire CEO Xavier Combs Marries in Secret. Former Singer Sharon Miles Emerges as Xavier Combs’ New Wife. I stared at the words until they blurred. Then I saw the picture attached to one of the stories. It was not clear enough to please me, but it was clear enough to confirm the insult. Sharon was standing beside Xavier. She looked tired and pale, but it was her. My fingers tightened around the phone so hard that I thought the screen might crack. Married.