The Millionaire Divorce Manhwa นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I hated that I had tried to ask if I had ever been in that room before. I shook the thought off quickly. Trent took another step forward. “He’s done this before,” he said. “It happened to a tech founder in San Diego. Brilliant guy. Confident too. Daniel inserted a woman into his life who looked like his wife. They weren’t identical, but close enough. They had the same routines and habits. He thought he was losing his mind. Six months later, his company collapsed and the man vanished.” I turned and looked at Trent then, like really looked at him. He flinched under my stare.

I drew back, "Isn't this what you've always wanted me to give you?" He shook his head, "I don't need this million and I know you know it. It was obviously just an obstacle to stop you from divorcing me, I didn't know you would get the money so soon. Now that we are divorced, I naturally can't take it anymore. I'm a billionaire, asking you for a break-up f*e is even embarrassing."

“Ah, but let me see, I recognize your face. You’re that rich cunt aren’t you that was married to the billionaire hotel man, Xander Staniopolis. You will be worth more to me than the cash in your purse.” “It’s not like that, he and I are divorced now.” His grip is so tight around my arm that it feels as if he is digging into the bone now as he drags me down an alley. It stinks, there are nothing but large garbage bins lined on either side, old cardboard boxes lay strewn around. It makes me shudder. “You would have had a pay out from the divorce, a settlement. You can’t fool me.” He uses his other hand and whips out his mobile from his jean pocket. It looks like he is scrolling and taking a p

“What?” I followed him inside, my heels echoing against marble floors I had once believed were my home. “I want a divorce.” The words hung in the air. Julian stared at me—actually stared this time—before letting out a short laugh. “What kind of game is this?” “I’m not playing,” I said. His expression hardened. “You’re tired. Emotional. We’ll talk about this another day.” “No.” I reached into my bag and placed a folder on the table between us. “I’ve already filed.”

And finally, I got to the main road. Then everything started sinking in all over again—Lexa's arrival, Dylan bringing her to my home, the kissing in my presence even though I was the wife, just everything. And when I thought of leaving, he didn't hesitate to give me a divorce—he never wanted me. All these years I was busy loving him, but he was only disgusted by me. The time he was a bit soft with me, it was all pretense till his mistress returned and he couldn't pretend any more.

I retorted and she shut her trap. “She is already married to him." “Your bastard wants him, she has been fucking him already." I reply and he made a face but I don't give a flying fuck. “Get them divorced and pay my debt, get her married to him and the deal with your friend is sealed.” I eased into the couch. “It doesn't work that way!" “You knew about the arranged HIV patients, didn't you?" I asked Liliana and again I felt Valentina stiffen up. “That has nothing to do with the current discussion." She hissed at me.

he offered; a temptation that sounded too good to be true. Reminding him who I was and that my divorce to Fred wasn’t finalized, Harry didn’t seem to care. “A beautiful woman like yourself is rare. You’re worth waiting for. So, tell me, Emma, Emily, what’s your answer?” And he smiled.

I said and he slowly let go off my arm, I didn't bother looking back till I left the mansion I won't make the mistake of letting someone break my heart again. *NOTICE: Guys this is now The Book 2 Of After Divorce I Became A Zillionaire, from now we are going to be seeing more of the children's pov, it's more like a sequel but it's still under the same book and this sequel is more of Montana and Lily with the triplet, let me know what you guys think on the comment section, follow me hit the follow button and vote for this book, love you guys*

He leaves in silence, closing the door behind him without another word. The echo of the door shutting feels like the final blow. Like the definitive end of whatever hope I had left in this marriage. My hands are still shaking, my heart racing as I stare at the empty space where Knoxx had stood just moments ago. I look down at the check he left on the table—a million dollars, as if money could fix everything. As if that’s all I ever wanted. “Fuck this,” I mutter under my breath. I grab the check and tear it in half, then again, and again until the pieces are nothing but confetti scattered across the floor.