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 8
"Humph, Vivian, don't be upset. We won't believe that woman's lies."
Tears welled in Vivian's eyes. "I know she dislikes me, but she shouldn't slander me like this."
"Don't worry, we're all on your side. She's the one putting on an act! If anyone's the mistress, it's her. If you hadn't gone abroad, Vivian, he would've married you!"
"Exactly! Everyone knows Mr. Caffrey only has eyes for you!"
Olivia couldn't bear to listen anymore. She didn't like Christine, but she didn't particularly care for Vivian either.
As the crowd dispersed, Vivian finally let out a soft sigh of relief.
She would remember this humiliation. One day, she would repay it a thousandfold!
Christine-the more you care about something, the more she'll snatch it away!
"Don't worry, Vivian. We'll make sure Mr. Caffrey hears about Christine's despicable actions today! But Vivian, I heard a big shot is coming. Do you know who it is?"
Vivian shook her head. "No idea."
She had only recently returned to the country and knew little about elite circles.
Her purpose in coming today had simply been to find an opportunity to get closer to Neil. Little did she know that Neil had already left early.
"I heard Mr. Robinson from the Los Angeles elite circles is coming today?"
"Which Mr. Robinson?"
"Haven't you heard? Edward Robinson from the Robinson family! Who else could possibly be called Mr. Robinson? He's the most famous prince charming in L.A., and most importantly, he's still single!"
"But I heard he's gay."
"No way. Why are all the handsome guys gay?"
Vivian raised her delicate brows slightly, silently repeating Edward's name in her mind.
Whether he was gay or not, she didn't know. But suddenly, she found herself intrigued by this enigmatic man.
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As the guests began arriving in full force, Mathew was finally escorted out by his son. Close behind him, two distinguished men descended the stairs, instantly capturing the attention of the entire room.
Henry, dressed in white, possessed a gentle and exceptionally handsome face. Edward, clad in black, was mysterious and stern, his jet-black eyes devoid of emotion. With composed strides, the two men approached the crowd, their vastly different auras silencing the room.
Within the crowd, Vivian's eyes lit up. Her glassy gaze darted back and forth between the two men. So which one was the Mr. Robinson everyone was talking about?
Henry was the talkative one, occasionally making Mathew chuckle. The man beside him, however, wore a cold expression, his gaze sweeping every corner of the banquet hall without missing a thing-yet still, he didn't find the person he sought.
The curious stares around him meant nothing. His target had always been only her.
Moments later, Henry sensed the murderous intent radiating from his friend. He abruptly turned his head, meeting Edward's piercing glare.
"You lied to me?"
Henry's lips twitched. Edward was clearly desperate to find someone.
"Grandpa Mathew, you've invited quite a crowd today. I've been in New York for months and haven't met as many people as you have here. Care to introduce me?"
"You're teasing me again, young man. As someone from the Thompson family in L.A., haven't you seen enough of them already?"
Mathew knew Henry's law firm had been in New York for less than three months and assumed he genuinely wanted introductions. Smiling kindly, he pulled him along and began introducing the important guests.
Afterward, Mathew suddenly remembered something and turned to his daughter-in-law. "Where's Christine? Didn't she come today?"
Ever since the Wood family went bankrupt, the girl had visited less often. He knew Christine was sensitive and hated being gossiped about as someone who only came around to curry favor.
Thinking this, he couldn't help glaring at his eldest grandson. If this foolish boy hadn't been so useless, would the Caffrey family have been able to steal his precious granddaughter-in-law?
Elise scanned the room but didn't see her. "Dad, Christine is here! She just stepped out for a moment. She was thinking of you and even brought you a gift."
The man whose face had been icy moments ago softened slightly at the sound of that melodious name.
Henry raised an eyebrow, cursing inwardly, and smoothly continued, "What kind of gift? I'm ashamed to say we came empty-handed."
Mathew smiled faintly. "Your presence alone is the greatest honor."
If anyone at this banquet paid closer attention to Christine than Edward, it was undoubtedly her arch rival, Olivia.
The moment she heard Christine's name, Olivia leaned in. "Miss Wood is so thoughtful. What did she bring? We'd love to see it too."
Just then, a servant handed Christine's gift to Elise, and Olivia felt a surge of irritation.
The Murphy family's daughter was clearly stirring trouble-didn't she know the occasion? Don't think Elise hadn't noticed; she was doing it on purpose.
Mathew, unfazed, accepted the gift with a faint smile. "Let me see. a hand-colored lithograph map of nineteenth-century New York. The child really put thought into it."
The group of socialites who had been crowding around Vivian seized the opportunity to add insult to injury.
"Miss Wood really doesn't know her place. How could she bring a dusty piece of paper as a gift?"
"But then again, with the Wood family bankrupt, it's no wonder she's struggling."
"After all, she's not like us-finding real luxury items can't be easy."
The venomous undertone instantly froze the atmosphere.
Hearing this, Vivian's expression shifted subtly. She took a slight step away from the fool beside her. Mathew had just praised Christine, yet this woman dared undermine her-how could the situation not turn awkward?
Sure enough, Mathew's face turned cold. "Would you even recognize something rare and historic if it were placed right in front of you?"
He turned to glare at Elise. "Who compiled today's guest list? How did such ignorant nobodies get invited?"
Vivian's lips twitched. She was genuinely moved to tears by her former junior's sheer stupidity.
The girl, embarrassed and flustered, shot Vivian a pleading look. "Vivian."
She sighed inwardly. Helping her today was unavoidable.
Vivian stepped forward. "A rare first edition from the Jazz Age-its provenance and historical weight are both top-tier. Naturally, it's an exceptional piece. Mr. Watson, please calm down. She meant no offense."
"And what gallery is it from? Hmph! Think you know everything, do you? If you lack real knowledge, you'd better keep your mouth shut!" Mathew snapped, utterly unforgiving.
As the words fell, Vivian's face flushed crimson, then drained pale. She bit her lip hard to suppress a cry.
Edward, who had been observing coldly from the sidelines, finally spoke, his voice slow and steady. "The item itself is fine, but the personal dedication is even more valuable. With the author's own signature, it is naturally priceless."
Mathew smiled with satisfaction. "It seems Edward has seen it before."
"When Uncle Wood was still alive, he was a major patron of the arts and met the author at a New York Public Library gala. This inscription, dedicated to the Wood family's private collection, was a testament to their deep friendship."
Mathew's eyes welled with tears. "Who could argue with that? He treasured it dearly-wouldn't even let me glance at it. Now that Karl is gone, and the author is gone too, this treasure has fallen into my hands. That child truly has a kind heart. From now on, anyone who speaks ill of the Wood family will never be welcome in the Watson household!"
The crowd gasped in surprise.
They hadn't expected Mathew to defend the Wood family so fiercely-and this Mr. Robinson clearly had prior ties with them. Was the Wood family making a comeback?
Emerging from the restroom, Christine was completely unaware of the commotion. Upon re-entering the banquet hall, she found everyone clustered tightly together.
Elise's sharp eyes finally spotted her, and she hurried over. "Christine, where did you run off to? Dad was looking for you!"
Still dazed, Christine was pulled forward as Elise called out, "Dad, Christine is here!"
Christine's heels were slightly too tall today. She stumbled, and just as she was about to fall, she instinctively grabbed the arm of the person beside her.
The next moment, a faint scent of rose and mint drifted into her nostrils.
The openwork back of her gown revealed her waist, where a broad, warm palm pressed against her lower back. Her cool skin felt scorched, sending a flutter through her heart.
Startled, Christine lifted her gaze and met a pair of deep, lingering eyes.
A faint smile curved his lips. "Careful."
From afar, Vivian's eyes burned with overwhelming jealousy.
Why was it always her?
Christine Woods!
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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.