Novel & Cerita The Rebirth Heiress Wants A Divorce

Enough to leave your husband, huh? I didn't have an opinion of the Reinas before. It wasn't as if I knew them personally. Big names, big businesses, big public figures, but private people. It wouldn't be strange if they were a family with their fair share of dirty secrets, like a secret relationship. Is that what's going on here? Is that why Ella wanted a divorce? She found someone else, someone who would give her more attention, more things? Despite not knowing anything about Kingston Reina or even what's truly going on, right now, the thought of that man infuriates me like nothing else in my life ever has before.

“Let me guess—Agatha put you up to this, didn’t she? Why don’t you just tell me what she’s after? If it’s nothing too outrageous, maybe I can cooperate. There’s no need for all this trouble.” Hazel had pieced things together when she overheard Grant asking about the doctor’s arrival. It was clear Agatha had a scheme involving the Price family’s future heir. Damon had been divorced twice already, and finding a suitable socialite wife in their elite circle wasn’t easy. As an older bachelor, Damon might still be a catch, but there were plenty of other promising heirs in powerful families. Families that valued their daughters wouldn’t choose someone like him—a man with two failed marriages and a

he shouted as rubbed his face. Reya who has now changed clothes immediately walks out of the mansion, today she will go to court to retrieve the divorce file that was submitted one week ago. Not to forget, she went alone because she no longer wanted to have contact with people including his family who were the reason behind all the destruction of his life. Say she's bad, and she doesn't care. It is enough for her to be patient for several years and become a stupid woman, now is the time for her to fight all that injustice.

Her back straightened slightly, her head lifting. “Planned what?” Allen’s throat moved as he swallowed. “The divorce,” he said. “Taking over the company.” The words didn’t rush out. They came one by one. Zoe stared at him. “You’re serious,” she said. Allen gave a small nod. “I thought…” he began, his voice thinning slightly, “I thought I could have both. That I could… take what she built and start over with—” He didn’t finish. Zoe leaned back slightly, her hands slipping from her knees to her lap, fingers curling inward.

humiliating him? Even I that ran away was still struggling to make him come back to his senses not to talk of her. Kingsley’s mother’s eyes flickered with rage as she turned to Ashley. “Kingsley,” she said, her voice trembling, “have you lost your mind? This woman is married! To Maya’s ex-husband, no less! Have you forgotten how she destroyed your wedding? How could you—” Ashley stepped forward, her smile unwavering. “Excuse me, Mrs. Bane,” she interrupted smoothly, “but I think you may have missed the news. Lance Wells and I finalized our divorce some time ago. So, as you can see, I’m very much single.

Because she was too used to the warmth she felt in Evan's house, Maya was worried that she would be sad if one day Evan would throw her out once the man loves another woman. After rebirth into an unknown world, Maya didn't know anyone else but the people at Evan's residence and Finola's real family. Maya wanted she could stay friends with Evan even when they divorced. At least that way, her life shouldn't be so lonely. Sometimes she might be able to talk to Evan or Kevin, about some things she would encounter in the outside world.

"Where have you been, Rebecca? I’ve been trying to reach you. Where is Anna’s chicken soup?" I crossed my arms over my chest and nudged toward the table. "Sign it," I ordered calmly. Felix’s jaw clenched, his eyes flickering between me and the envelope. "What the fuck is this?" I arched a brow, voice calm. "It’s a divorce agreement." Silence. I let out a slow breath, tucking my hair behind my ear. "I’m taking back my inheritance." I met his gaze, my next words sinking into the room like a blade.

Cold water ran over her fingers as soap foam clung to her skin. She could hardly believe how her life had turned out. A woman who once stood at the top had become a live-in wife, all to repay a debt of kindness. Now, her hands were soaked in grease and detergent, the sharp scent refusing to fade; the contrast was almost cruel, from power and influence to silence and servitude. Yet her expression remained calm, as if she had long accepted this fate, burying every trace of pride deep within her heart, because today was special. Today marked the third anniversary of her relationship with Alexander, and in five days, their agreement would end.

Her father had used her and I was also using her to get to her father but it doesn’t seem like he’d care, even if I’d take her life as long as his name and company is held up high, he wouldn’t mind. Very disgusting man. "Divorce me," she whispered, looking up at me with those big, wounded eyes. "If it's my body you want, take it then let me go. I know you don't need my money, you have more than I could ever offer." The pain in her voice nearly brought me to my knees. Because she was wrong, very wrong . It wasn't her body I wanted. Not just that, anyway. It was everything and more, I wanted heer fire, the way she stood up to me when no one else dared.

If she was already burning bridges, then she might as well burn this one completely. Lifting her chin, she spoke calmly. “I’m not doing that.” Marcus stilled. His brows drew together, as if he hadn’t heard her properly. “What?” he asked. “I’m not apologizing to Evander,” she repeated, her voice steady despite the storm in her chest. “And I’m not taking back my decision to divorce him.” She held his gaze. “Whether the company goes bankrupt or not… I’m divorcing Evander Hale.” For a moment, her father simply stared at her.