After My Divorce I Married The Hidden Tycoon

After three years of enduring a cold marriage to billionaire Lucas Thorne, Clara dies in a tragic accident. Devastated by the loss of the woman he neglected, Lucas is consumed by guilt. However, Clara suddenly reappears, having faked her death to escape his shadow. Now a powerful woman in her own right, she wants nothing to do with him. As Lucas desperately seeks redemption, he must face the consequences of his past and win back her heart.

After transmigrating into a melodramatic world, the protagonist finds himself facing the wrath of his CEO wife, Victoria Gibson. To force a divorce, she subjects him to a brutal physical assault. However, the discovery of a two-billion-dollar settlement changes everything. Despite his severe hand injuries, he uses his foot to sign the agreement, prioritizing the massive payout over his marriage. He departs with a grin, wishing his ex-wife a happy future while securing his own financial freedom.

After her husband's tragic death, Aria finds herself entangled with his cold, billionaire brother, Julian. While she seeks answers about the mysterious circumstances of her spouse's passing, a dangerous attraction ignites between them. Trapped in a web of family secrets and corporate intrigue, Aria must navigate a forbidden romance that threatens to expose the truth. As the mystery deepens, she discovers that her late husband’s legacy is darker than she ever imagined.

For ten years, Miguel Rossi hid his hypocrisy behind a "street-style" persona, giving cheap gifts while accepting luxury. But humiliation peaks when he hosts their engagement party in a dingy corridor with frozen pizza, embarrassing her family. The real blow lands when she discovers Miguel stole her family's $400,000 event budget to buy his childhood sweetheart a Maserati and a lavish birthday bash. Exhausted by his betrayal, she is finally ready to walk away.

After eight years of devotion, Liz Smith finally abandons her failing relationship with billionaire Zac Lincoln. Despite his cold assumption that she would return to him, Liz moves on and finds a new fiancé. When Zac discovers she is truly getting married, his arrogance turns to desperation. He interrupts her ceremony, pleading for her to stay, only for Liz to remind him of his preference for his secretary. She walks past her ex-lover, leaving him kneeling in regret while she embraces her future.

I sat in the freezing conference room, my knuckles white as I strangled a cheap plastic pen. Outside, Manhattan was weeping in the gray rain, but inside, the air was sterile and dead. I stared at the polished mahogany table, seeing the distorted reflection of a man who hadn't slept in forty-eight hours—a man about to sign his own divorce papers. Across from me, my wife Linda wouldn't even look at me. She was too busy drumming her fingers near a diamond ring that cost more than I had made in the last five years combined. Then the door swung open, and Simon Thorne walked in. The billionaire heir didn't say a word; he just walked behind Linda and placed a heavy, possessive hand on her shoulder, marking her as his. "Let's wrap this up," Simon said, checking his Patek Philippe with the bored tone of a man ordering a coffee he didn't want. Linda finally looked through me like I was a ghost and told me to stop dragging this out. She whispered that I couldn't even afford myself anymore, a physical punch to the gut given I’d lost my job three weeks ago. After I signed, Simon flicked a business card at me, mockingly offering me a job as a doorman for minimum wage. I walked out into the downpour, shivering in a suit I couldn't afford to dry clean. My phone vibrated with a text from my landlord: "Pack your things. Keys by tonight or I’m calling the cops." I stood on the corner of 5th Avenue with exactly $42.18 to my name, watching Simon kiss my wife through the glass wall of the penthouse. I was thirty, homeless, and drowning in a city of lions. I wanted to roar until my throat bled, but I just stood there, a drowned rat in a world of predators. How could I have lost everything so fast? Why was the woman who promised to stay through "for poorer" now leaning into the arms of the man who just humiliated me? Suddenly, my phone screen exploded with a blinding golden light. An app called the Midas Protocol installed itself, declaring poverty a disease and itself the cure. With one tap, a million dollars bypassed a federal hold and hit my account, and a "Nemesis Card" appeared in my digital inventory. I didn't hesitate. I typed Simon Thorne’s name into the vengeance algorithm and hit execute. The game had officially changed.