Divorce Make Me A Tycoon, My Ex Meet His Doom
When Christine Woods collapses into a hospital bed from unbearable pain, her husband's response is colder than the IV dripping into her veins: "Stop pretending to be sick."
That same night, a single social media post shatters her marriage--Neil Caffery, intimate with the first love he once claimed was dead.
Three years of marriage. Three years of neglect, indifference, and quiet self-deception.
In that moment, Christine finally understands the truth: she was never a wife--only a substitute.
Not wanting to live as a substitute any longer, she divorced her husband.
After divorce, Christine started her new life, achieving success both in career and love.
Seeing her so radiant and successful, her scumbag husband beg her to come back.
"Hazel, I know I was wrong. Please come back."
However, before Christine could respond, the country's richest man kicked him and held Christine's waist, "Who are you? Stop pestering my wife!"
His voice was cold, his presence imposing.
Christine looked at him and snorted, "When did I agree to marry you?"
"Baby, are you still angry about last night? I promise, I will be gentle next time." The man said, looking at her playfully.
Christine hit his chest playfully, her face turning red.
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Chapter 10
Christine returned to the Green Lake apartment, where her mother and younger brother lived.
Elizabeth, with a face mask on, heard the door open and looked up.
"Christine? Why are you back?"
"Yeah. I won't be going back for the next few days."
Elizabeth noticed her daughter's troubled expression and sat up abruptly. "What's wrong? Did you have a fight with Neil?"
Seeing Christine didn't respond, she frowned disapprovingly. "Neil is busy enough as it is. Don't be so stubborn and throw little tantrums."
After all, they were living in his house now, and they still relied on him to help cover her son's tuition. They couldn't afford to offend him.
Christine knew her mother would say this, but some things needed to be cut off decisively.
"Mom, I'm planning to divorce Neil."
"Divorce?" Elizabeth's eyes widened. "Did he initiate it?"
Christine shook her head. "I did."
"Christine Woods, have you lost your mind?"
"Divorce? And then what? Should I sleep on the street with your brother?"
After the Woods family went bankrupt and Karl passed away, Elizabeth couldn't accept her daughter stepping out of the circle of wealthy wives. Fortunately, her daughter still had one foot in that world.
The Caffrey family's background couldn't compare to the Woods'. Christine had essentially married below her station, and after the marriage, the Caffrey family had reaped considerable benefits from her.
Thus, both in reason and sentiment, Elizabeth felt it perfectly justified to live off her son-in-law and rely on his support.
Now, all her hopes rested on her son. But the annual tuition for his international school was exorbitant-far beyond what their family could afford.
As for whether her daughter was happy in her marriage, that was a concern she couldn't spare a thought for at the moment.
"Did you get divorced because you found someone else?"
Christine fell silent. She knew her mother had always been biased like this, so such harsh words came as no surprise.
"Mom, Neil cheated on me. I had no choice but to divorce him."
Elizabeth glared at her disappointing daughter, her face twisted with fury.
"He cheated? So you kicked him out? He cheated, and you had to divorce him? You stubborn fool! Do you think having money means you can control whether a man cheats? You're so stupid-absolutely stupid!"
Christine felt a deep sorrow welling up inside her. "Mom, is money really that important to you?"
Elizabeth answered without hesitation. "Of course it is. Why wouldn't it be?"
"When your father was alive, I bought as many handbags as I wanted every year. I attended auctions whenever I pleased. Now? I have to suck up to Neil just to get him to pay your brother's tuition fees. Why? Because we're broke! Christine, you've been living too comfortably. You're just stirring up trouble!"
Christine took a deep breath. "Mom, I'll go back to work. From now on, I'll cover James's tuition."
Elizabeth was brutally pragmatic. Her cold eyes mocked her.
"Go be a financial reporter? Without your father's protection, who do you think you'll interview? Christine, face reality. No matter how hard you try, you won't earn a tenth of what Neil has in his pocket."
Back then, this daughter of hers had insisted she didn't want to join the company and wanted to be a financial reporter instead. Her father, doting on her, had agreed. She had nothing to say.
Now that her father was gone, she remained just as unrealistic. Elizabeth would never allow her son to live a life of hardship and ridicule.
The tension between them reached its peak just as James returned.
"Mom, Sis-you're here too."
He set down his backpack, noticed the uneasy tension between them, and cautiously moved closer to his sister.
"Sis, did you two have a fight?"
James was very close to his sister. He knew their mother favored him, so he usually sided with her.
"James, you're back just in time. Your sister has lost her mind and wants to divorce Neil. Go talk some sense into her yourself."
"Divorce?" James immediately grew alert. "Did Neil mistreat you?"
Christine didn't want to beat around the bush. She stated calmly, "He cheated on me."
"What? How could he do that!" James said angrily. "Sis, don't worry. I'll stand by you and support you."
Though their mother always praised Neil, James felt he wasn't as good to his sister as she imagined.
A man who cheats is no good.
"You silly boy! If your sister really divorces him, who's going to pay your tuition?"
James winced in pain as his mother pinched him hard.
"Fine, I won't go to that international school. I'll just go to a regular high school."
Elizabeth's temples throbbed with frustration.
Oh dear. Look at the two stubborn mules I gave birth to-just like their late father!
Christine's deep, dark eyes held an unreadable expression. The stock grant agreement from Ocean Corporation was still in her hands. Covering James's future overseas expenses would be no problem at all.
Money was important-but only when it truly belonged to her could she live comfortably.
She had had enough of living her life seeking others' approval.
*****
The door to the presidential suite's bathroom swung open. Through the mist, Edward emerged, his lean, muscular torso bare, a towel loosely draped around his waist.
His short, tousled hair was only half-dried. He picked up the phone from the table. It had been two hours since he changed his profile picture, yet the chat window remained eerily silent, unchanged.
Truthfully, Christine had long forgotten she'd casually added a big shot to her contacts today.
Her mind was consumed with plans to confront Neil tomorrow about honoring the stock grant agreement. She also needed to prepare to move out soon-staying there was no longer an option.
"Buzz-"
Christine reached for her phone and unlocked it, only to see a video call pop up from a profile picture of a cute, fluffy cat.
Her almond-shaped eyes widened.
Was this Edward. calling her?
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7.8
Alexis signed the divorce papers, leaving her with no assets, no alimony, and just the clothes on her back.
To forget her abusive husband Carlos, she got drunk and bought a high-end gigolo for the night with her last 800 dollars.
But the man she slept with wasn't an escort. He was Jarrett Hughes, a ruthless billionaire CEO.
And while she was gone, her ex-husband was busy destroying her entire life.
Carlos framed her with fake photos of her cheating to justify the penniless divorce.
Then came the real nightmare.
Carlos and her own aunt secretly drained her family's corporate accounts, driving her father to jump off a building.
At the hospital, her grieving mother blamed her for the tragedy, violently attacking her in the ER.
To top it off, her cousin Josie—who was secretly sleeping with Carlos—held her father's ashes hostage.
"Crawl on your knees and pick it up, or the ashes go in the river," Josie sneered, throwing cash into the freezing slush.
Stripped of her marriage, her father, and her dignity, Alexis sat bleeding in the snow.
She couldn't understand why the people she loved most had coordinated such a brutal slaughter against her.
But Carlos and Josie made one fatal mistake.
They didn't know the "gigolo" Alexis had accidentally bought was the most powerful man in New York.
Alexis looked at the towering billionaire standing behind her, a vengeful fire burning in her eyes.
"I need you to get my father's ashes back," she said, pulling him into a kiss right in front of her ex-husband. "I don't care what it takes."
7.7
On the third anniversary of our marriage, Adrian Griffin had a new face in his passenger seat.
This time, I, Audrey Lawson, didn't storm over to tear them apart. I didn't scream or demand explanations.
I simply went home and poured the dinner I had spent the entire afternoon preparing into the trash.
The housekeeper tried to stop me. "Mrs. Griffin, you worked all afternoon on those dishes..."
I wiped my hands, my voice flat. "It's cold. I don't want it anymore."
Not the food. Not the man I had once given up my career to marry.
I took out the divorce papers I had prepared long ago. Without hesitation, I signed my name-slowly, carefully, stroke by stroke.
Then I began packing my things. Clothes. Jewelry.
And the honors that were rightfully mine.
Adrian had no idea that every award-winning design Griffin Group had received in the past five years had come from my hand.
He had built his reputation in the industry on my work.
I dialed a number that had lain dormant for three years.
"Professor, I'm back."
From this day forward, I would reclaim everything that belonged to me.
9.7
For three years, I played the role of a devoted, naive wife to billionaire Conrad Whitney. I hid my true identity and foolishly believed in our fairy tale.
Then he handed me a harsh divorce agreement, ordering me to sign and walk away with absolutely nothing. He was leaving me to marry Cindy, the fragile woman he claimed had saved him from a fire.
He expected me to cry and beg. Instead, he watched coldly as Cindy and her family illegally transferred my father's trust fund. When I confronted them at the hospital, Conrad shielded her, calling me a greedy, toxic viper. He mocked me, completely blind to the fact that Cindy was a fraud. He truly believed I was just a pathetic, useless housewife who would be utterly destroyed without his money and status.
I looked at the man I had actually dragged out of that burning debris with my own soot-covered hands. My trauma, my sacrifices, and my love had all been reduced to a joke by his sheer arrogance and a few fake tears from a manipulative liar.
I didn't shed a single tear. I calmly signed the papers, drugged his wine, and left a crumpled one-dollar bill on his unconscious chest with a sticky note mocking his terrible service.
Then, I picked up my encrypted phone. It was time for the world's top surgeon, Dr. Hades, to return, and for Conrad to finally see the god he had just thrown away.
8.3
Adaline Whitmore becomes the price for her father's betrayal when she is forced to live under the roof of the ruthless billionaire Ronan Frost, the man who lost everything because of her family.
But neither of them knows one truth. She is the same girl who once saved him years ago.
As everything begins to change and secrets come to light, the line between punishment and desire fades. Now Ronan must choose between his need for revenge and the woman quietly stealing his heart.
9.8
When I woke up on the muddy bank of the freezing river, I unlocked a brutal, unfiltered preview of my actual future.
For the past six months, I had been the town's ultimate joke, chasing after a city boy who looked at me like a diseased insect. Everyone thought I jumped into the river because he rejected me.
But the nightmare didn't stop there. In the future I foresaw, my entire family was destroyed. My eldest brother was handcuffed and dragged into a squad car. My second brother died in a pool of blood on the asphalt. My parents passed away from sheer grief and humiliation, and our farm was foreclosed.
Meanwhile, Bart Hawkins—my family's sworn enemy, the boy everyone accused of pushing me, but who actually jumped in to save my life—became a billionaire tech mogul. I ended up starving to death in a damp, moldy basement, completely alone.
I finally understood that I was just a pathetic, tragic side character meant to drag my family into hell. My own sister-in-law, Felicie, had been stealing our food and money, laughing at my misery behind my back.
But right now, my mother was still alive, my brothers were safe, and the farm was ours.
When Felicie walked into my bedroom, playing the devoted sister-in-law with a bowl of clear, meatless broth while a stolen roasted chicken thigh leaked grease through her apron pocket, I didn't play along.
"What's in your pocket, Felicie?"
This time, I was going to tear that horrific future apart with my bare hands.
9.0
Carli followed an anonymous text to a dark garage, only to find her fiancé of seven years tangled with another woman in his Porsche.
She smashed his window, threw her engagement ring at his face, and walked away.
But the betrayal didn't stop there. Her own family sided with the cheater. Her father slapped her across the face so hard she bled, demanding she hand over her late aunt's trust fund.
"If you don't do exactly as you're told tonight, I will freeze every credit card in your name," her father roared.
Forced to attend the exclusive Gutierrez family gala, Carli watched her ex-fiancé parade his cheap mistress to humiliate her, while her stepsister tried to publicly ruin her.
Suddenly, a violent screech echoed as the massive crystal chandelier above them snapped from the ceiling.
In a split second of pure instinct, Vaughn shoved his mistress to safety and threw himself to the ground, completely abandoning Carli to be crushed.
Staring up at the plummeting glass, Carli felt the crushing reality that her entire life had been surrounded by monsters.
But the fatal impact never came.
A massive force yanked her into a hard chest, shielding her body entirely from the explosive shrapnel.
Carli opened her eyes to find Fletcher Gutierrez—the ruthless billionaire king of Wall Street and the masked stranger from her reckless one-night stand—bleeding heavily over her.
Feeling his warm blood on her hands, Carli knew the game had just changed.