Divorce After Deception
When I picked up the ring at the jewelry store, a notification from Twitter buzzed on my phone. It was a post with a photo captioned: "True love knows no bounds." The image showed a man’s silhouette, smiling warmly at a woman. The figure was unmistakably familiar—someone I saw every day and was supposed to marry in just a week. "Miss Angelina, your ring," the store clerk said, handing me the custom piece I had ordered a year ago. With a blank expression, I took the ring and went back to the car. I glanced at my young assistant in the driver’s seat, took his hand, and slipped the ring onto his finger. "It's yours now," I said. Richard was taken aback, looking at me in shock. "Angelina?"
"Take me home," I instructed, leaning back in the passenger seat and closing my eyes. "Are we not going to check out the wedding venue?" Richard asked hesitantly.
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Chapter 1
When I picked up the ring at the jewelry store, a notification from Twitter buzzed on my phone.
It was a post with a photo captioned: "True love knows no bounds." The image showed a man’s silhouette, smiling warmly at a woman.
The figure was unmistakably familiar—someone I saw every day and was supposed to marry in just a week.
"Miss Angelina, your ring," the store clerk said, handing me the custom piece I had ordered a year ago.
With a blank expression, I took the ring and went back to the car. I glanced at my young assistant in the driver’s seat, took his hand, and slipped the ring onto his finger. "It's yours now," I said.
Richard was taken aback, looking at me in shock. "Angelina?"
"Take me home," I instructed, leaning back in the passenger seat and closing my eyes.
"Are we not going to check out the wedding venue?" Richard asked hesitantly.
I didn’t answer. My mind was swirling with rightful anger and betrayal, while another part of me was considering the best way to proceed with a divorce.
Richard, a junior from my university days, was attentive and astute, knowing better than to pry. He drove us back to my apartment instead of the estate I shared with Evander.
Once home, I went straight to my study and opened my phone to take a closer look at the tweet.
I recognized the poster. She was Evander's long-lost love, a high school and college sweetheart he had dated for three years. She eventually moved abroad, and they parted on good terms after one final trip to the Scottish Highlands—an overused yet seemingly harmless story.
It’s been seven years since their breakup. Evander never hesitated to mention her around me. At reunions, his friends were always friendly, occasionally reminiscing about that relationship before encouraging Evander to cherish what he had now.
What did Evander say back then? I closed my eyes to remember.
He had earnestly promised, "I know. I’d never do anything to hurt Angelina. I’ve moved on."
Right, that’s what he called moving on.
No matter. I can show Evander what it truly means to let go.
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9.0
I was a wolfless Omega, forced into a humiliating contract with Alpha Declan just to keep my mother's life support running.
Four years ago, he publicly rejected me as his Fated Mate, treating me like a shameful secret.
But one night, I unlocked his tablet and discovered the sickening truth.
He already had a "Chosen Mate," Karly, and a secret daughter named Ava.
While I was fed gray nutrient paste like a stray dog, he was parading them around as his perfect family.
He even moved them into the master suite and tossed out the last wooden toy belonging to my dead son.
Worse, I found out my own stepbrother was Karly's spy, helping them keep me in the dark.
The week I was hemorrhaging in the hospital, terrified of losing my baby, Declan wasn't fighting a border war. He was buying Karly diamonds in Paris.
The week my mother suffered a massive stroke, he abandoned her to take his secret daughter skiing.
I was entirely alone, a convenient shield for his lies.
But the absolute betrayal burned away my lingering grief, leaving behind a freezing, unbreakable clarity.
I didn't just want a divorce anymore; I wanted to burn their entire world to ash.
So, I slipped a forged termination agreement into his stack of Pack contracts.
Blinded by his own arrogance, the Alpha signed my freedom without even looking.
Holding the legal key to my cage and a folder full of his treacherous secrets, I sped out of the manor and dialed an encrypted number.
"It's time. Unleash hell."
9.3
The sterile hospital corridors seemed to stretch endlessly before me as I hurried through Mount Sinai's maze-like hallways. Dawn light filtered weakly through distant windows, casting long shadows that matched the fear gripping my heart. In my arms, Oliver's small body trembled with each labored breath, his normally rosy cheeks now alarmingly pale beneath the oxygen mask that threatened to slip with every step I took. "Hold on, sweetheart," I whispered, adjusting the mask with gentle fingers while maintaining my pace. "We're almost there."
Nurses and orderlies pressed themselves against the walls as we passed, their faces reflecting professional concern. I caught fragments of their whispered exchanges—"Sterling's son"... "emergency treatment"—but kept my focus entirely on the precious weight in my arms. "Mrs. Sterling," called a nurse, hurrying alongside me. "Dr.
7.6
To pay for her father's life support, Haleigh sold herself into a marriage with Fabian Blackburn, a ruthless billionaire in a deep coma.
But on her wedding day, she caught her boyfriend cheating with her stepsister, laughing about how they would steal the inheritance the second Fabian stopped breathing. Cornered and desperate, Haleigh secretly underwent IVF using her comatose husband's frozen sperm to secure the family trust.
Weeks later, a miracle happened. Fabian woke up.
But instead of gratitude, he treated her like trash. He threw annulment papers at her face, completely disgusted by the arranged marriage.
"If you try any dirty tricks to get pregnant, I will personally drag you to a clinic and have that bastard scraped out of you."
Terrified, Haleigh hid her positive pregnancy test and desperately tried to hack her way to enough cash to escape. But while using his computer, she accidentally opened a highly classified folder.
Inside was a medical file and a photo of a severely disabled girl who looked exactly like Fabian.
Before she could process it, Fabian walked in. Seeing the screen, his cold mask shattered into pure, unhinged madness. He lunged across the room, lifting her off the floor by her throat, completely ignoring her desperate gasps for air.
"Lock her in the basement," he roared to his guards. "No food. No water."
Curled on the freezing concrete, clutching her newly pregnant belly, Haleigh didn't understand what she had just seen that turned him into a murderous monster.
But she knew one thing: if she didn't escape this terrifying estate, both she and his unborn heir would die in the dark.
9.7
The divorce papers felt heavier than they should have in my hands. Three months of drafting, redrafting, consulting lawyers who spoke in careful euphemisms about 'irreconcilable differences' — all of it reduced to twenty-three pages of legal text that might as well have been a suicide note for the life I'd been clinging to. I found Ronan in his study, the one room in our sprawling Brookhaven estate that had always felt more like a mausoleum than a home. Floor-to-ceiling windows framed the manicured lawn beyond, but the light that filtered through seemed to die before it reached the mahogany desk where he sat, reviewing what looked like acquisition reports for Larson Group. He didn't look up when I entered. "Sign these." I placed the papers in front of him, my voice steadier than the hand that had carried them here. Ronan's pen continued its path across whatever document held his attention. The scratch of ink on paper was the only sound for a long moment. Then he set the pen down with deliberate precision, lifted the divorce papers, and began reading. Not skimming — reading.
9.0
Seventeen years after going missing, Brooklyn was finally brought back to her ultra-wealthy biological family.
But instead of a tearful reunion, her parents and sisters treated her like infectious garbage, mocking her cheap clothes and calling her a country bumpkin.
They dumped her into a remedial class to hide her away, cut off her allowance, and threatened to lock down her trust fund to force her into absolute submission.
One night, Brooklyn stood in the shadows of the estate and overheard a conversation that shattered everything.
She hadn't wandered off as a child.
Her parents had deliberately thrown her away because a fake fortune teller claimed her birth chart was a jinx to the family's wealth.
They felt zero remorse, only plotting to banish her again the moment she turned eighteen.
Her biological father thought he was putting a leash on a helpless, uneducated girl by cutting off her pocket change.
He had no idea that Brooklyn was the anonymous VIP who casually dropped sixty million dollars on an emerald at the city's most exclusive auction.
He didn't know she was the elusive medical genius that the world's most powerful billionaires were currently tearing the city apart to find.
The last microscopic shred of hope for a family withered into cold ash in her chest.
"Lock down my trust fund?"
She pulled out her encrypted phone and activated her shadow networks, severing herself entirely from their pathetic surveillance.
Since they believed she was a jinx, she was going to show them exactly what a real curse looked like.