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 4
Susan hadn't forgotten Christine's wild talk earlier that day. She followed her son into the study.
"Neil, what's wrong with your wife? She actually said she wanted a divorce today? Has she lost her mind?"
Mentioning this stirred a wave of irritation in Neil. The message he'd sent Christine earlier had gone unanswered. In their three years of marriage, they had never encountered a situation like today's.
He also wanted to know whether she had lost her mind.
Seeing his silence, Susan continued her tirade. "Once this banquet is over, you should just divorce her. Three years, and there's no movement in her stomach-what good is a wife like that?"
"Mom, mind your own business when it comes to Christine and me," Neil said impatiently.
Susan pursed her lips. "Do you think I want to meddle? You're twenty-six-not exactly young! Mrs. Everett already has two grandchildren!"
"I know, Mom. I still have work to attend to."
After dismissing his mother, Neil massaged his temples. Little did he know, the study door was knocked on once more.
Sofia peeked her head in. "Bro, are you busy?"
Neil's tone was less than pleasant. "Yeah. What is it?"
"Where's Christine?" Sofia probed.
The post she'd shared on her social feed last night had been deliberately meant for Christine to see.
How could Christine ever compare to Vivian? In her heart, there was only one sister-in-law-Vivian.
Sofia was determined to drive her crazy.
"At the hospital." Everyone kept asking the same question, and Neil was thoroughly annoyed.
Sofia blinked innocently. "Oh. Bro, now that Vivian is back, aren't you considering divorcing Christine?"
"Nonsense!" Neil frowned.
Had he ever considered divorce? Not until Christine brought it up. Even with Vivian back, divorce hadn't crossed his mind.
Though he had loved Vivian for many years, he had to admit that in the role of wife, she might not necessarily be better than Christine.
Vivian needed to be cherished and pampered, while Christine was more inclined to give.
His face tightened as he lectured her. "I know you like Vivian, but don't say things like that in front of Christine."
"Oh," Sofia replied reluctantly.
Once the room was completely quiet, Neil pressed the call button again.
In the past, whenever he called Christine, she would answer by the third ring. But today, by the sixth ring, the line went dead.
Had she not seen it?
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Christine had just finished eating. Seeing the name flashing on her screen, she pressed reject without hesitation.
The doctor had advised her to eat light meals and chew slowly. She wasn't about to let anyone disturb her peace while dining.
After deciding to divorce, she realized that living solely for herself felt the most liberating.
When the missed call count reached five, she wiped her lips and answered slowly.
"Christine, didn't you see my calls?"
"I saw them," Christine sneered coldly. "If not, do you think it's a ghost answering your phone?"
The words struck Neil like a blow to the chest. He lowered his voice. "The private dinner at the Watson family this weekend-you're accompanying me."
Christine couldn't help but laugh. "Neil, have you lost your memory? I told you yesterday-we're getting divorced. Divorce. Do you even understand what that means?"
"You really want a divorce? You don't care about your brother or your mother anymore?" Neil snapped.
Her mother lived in an apartment still registered under his name, and her brother's annual tuition at the international school wasn't cheap either.
"Is this your way of threatening me?" Christine laughed softly. "Neil, when I married you, my father fed you those projects. They weren't worth just a few years of James's tuition, were they?"
"Let's part ways amicably. If we tear each other apart, it won't be pretty."
Neil took a deep breath. "What will it take for you to go?"
Christine's lips curved slightly. "I'll send you an account number shortly. Transfer five hundred thousand dollars, clearly marked as a voluntary gift."
Neil gritted his teeth. "Fine."
When the transaction confirmation text arrived, Christine smiled faintly.
She wasn't sure how much security she could secure, but for now, every little bit counted.
What she demanded was only fair. After she and Neil got together, her father had provided substantial support to the Caffrey family. Otherwise, the Caffreys would have remained little more than nouveau riche in New York.
Besides, she still needed to gather more damning evidence.
When Christine realized her deep affection had been wasted, her pride wouldn't let her linger in this mess.
After the divorce, she would return to the workforce. She believed her best days were yet to come.
*****
Stone and Sterling Law Firm
Henry was at a loss for words. "Mr. Robinson, what brings you here again?"
Ever since that day, the man had been showing up at his office daily.
Edward curved his lips. "Can't I even sit down?"
Henry set down his pen and shot him a disapproving look. "Don't tell me you're not here to pry into whether Miss Woods came to the firm that day?"
Edward raised an eyebrow. "I dare. So-did she come or not?"
"No, she didn't. It's only been a few days. We have to give her time to gather evidence."
"Oh." Edward stood up and smoothed his collar. "Then I'll come back tomorrow."
"Wait," Henry interjected. "The day after tomorrow is the Watson family's private banquet. Will you be attending?"
Edward's narrowed eyes crinkled slightly. "Depends on my mood. If I'm feeling good, I might go."
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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.