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I trailed my fingers along its fabric before coming to a halt behind the very spot he occupied. Leaning forward, I brushed my cheek against his left ear, wrapping both arms around his neck. It was a gentle gesture, but beneath the surface, I yearned to strangle him. "I am Xiellenna, your battered ex-wife, and I am no longer yours. After today, and from the very moment that you forced me to leave, I will cease to be Xiellenna Mondregal-Alvez. Sher will no longer exist. I am now Exelle Kim. Does it still make sense for you to call me your wife? Because all this time, you never treated me as your wife," I coldly whispered into his left ear before pulling away and walking towards the seat direct

Bianca was hurt by his words, but she covered it up with a smile instead. "Why don't you listen to your mother Adams, she loves and care about you a lot and all she wants for you is nothing but the best." Adams scoffed. "In essence, you think you're the perfect woman for me isn't it." He stated. "I don't think Adams, I know." Bianca replied seductively. "I heard about your ex wife and how she was unable to conceive and give you the child you wanted so badly, I know about everything that happened Adams." She clicked her tongue. "It's sad, but I'm here now and all I need from you is a chance Adams, just one chance to prove to you that I'm way better than your ex wife and more deserving of a ma

“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.”

I froze in my steps before I continued and Seraphina stood immediately. “I'm wondering, Mr. Ashford, you never really cherished your wife when you had her. Now she's your ex-wife and you stalk her, forcefully holding her in your arms. Tell me, did she get more attractive?” “Not today, Seraphina.” “It has to be today,” Seraphina countered immediately, dashing to my front. “It has to be today Mr. Ashford, tell me, what is it? Explain what I caught you doing.” “You were holding her down. You were kissing another woman's neck while you're married, Lucien. You did that!” She screamed and grabbed my jaw immediately.

Gemma “Damn it.” My hands trembled slightly as I continued scrolling through the endless headlines plastered across social media. «Corporate Executive Exposes Ex-Wife’s Promiscuous Lifestyle.» «Jealous Ex-Wife Sleeps Her Way to the Top After Ruining Former Husband’s Career.» «Richard Black Finally Speaks Out About His Painful Divorce.» The comments were even worse. “She belongs to the streets.” “Poor Richard. Imagine sacrificing everything for a woman like this.”

Chapter 30 The words on the screen didn't make sense at first. Riley stared at her phone, her fingers tightening around the edges as her breath hitched in her throat. Right there on the main entertainment page, a massive headline stared back at her: *BILLIONAIRE DECEIVED TO FATHER SOMEONE'S DAUGHTER BY EX-WIFE* Directly beneath it, another site had already picked up the story with a different caption: *BILLIONAIRE DECEITFUL WIFE CAUGHT: THE SHOCKING TRUTH BEHIND FREDRICK WELLSPRING MARRIAGE*

Phoebe's brain shook violently as she plummeted from cloud nine, her mind reeling at the revelation that the man they had been discussing was none other than Richard Hill. "I don't want to be that so-called 'rich wife.' A simple life will be fine for me! But what they did is something I can't shake from my thoughts," Ana exclaimed, her voice tinged with frustration. With a swift motion, she poured more whiskey down her throat, hoping to drown out the troubling memories.

"But I guess it fits, doesn’t it? Bringing her to this low-class place. She belongs here. Women like her... they don’t deserve better." With that, she turned on her heel and stormed out, leaving behind a trail of expensive perfume and pure disdain. Liam didn’t flinch. He didn’t speak. He simply sat there, his fingers still clenched around the chopsticks. He wasn’t without pride—but what good was pride against someone like Alexander Vanderbilt? How could he fight a man with bottomless wealth, influence, and the power to destroy a career with a single phone call? Even if Ava was legally his wife, what could he truly do to stop a man like that from taking her away?

“Look, I don't know what you have up your sleeve, or whatever deal you must have made with them.” “All thanks to you.” I paused. “My wife is on the fucking news and she can't seem to catch a breath.” “We're so sorry to hear that.’ I didn't so much as perceive a hint of sympathy from him. “We're going to try and …” “Try?” I cut him off. “Since you don't know what to do, I'm going to tell you. I want you, to fucking reach out to them and ask them to take down everything that has to do with my wife. Do you understand?”