Sorry Ex, This Queen Is No Longer Yours

Sorry Ex, This Queen Is No Longer Yours

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Hazel Queen had loved her husband with all her heart for three years. But the one thing she never saw coming was the cold, shocking truth: he wanted a divorce because his mistress was pregnant. Heartbroken and betrayed, Hazel decides to move on and returns to Queen Corp, where she steps into her true role as the powerful female president, worth hundreds of millions. This revelation shocks her ex-husband, Damon Price, who never knew that the woman he left behind was the mastermind behind the famous Queen Corp-the Heiress of the Queen family, who had supposedly died in a fire three years ago.

Sorry Ex, This Queen Is No Longer Yours Chapter 1 Divorce

Afternoon, Civil Affairs Bureau.

A stunning woman in a high-slit red dress walked in. Her makeup was minimal, and her hair was styled in a low bun, leaving her elegant neck exposed. As she walked, her ankle flashed occasionally, teasingly.

Hazel Queen's sultry allure caught Damon Price by surprise. This was a far cry from the plain, simple Hazel he remembered.

Hazel didn't even glance at him as she walked straight to the counter.

The staff member looked around nervously. "Are you two sure about this? Once you sign, and the stamp is on, it's over."

Hazel flashed a smile. "Do you really want to hold on to something you don't even want? It's trash."

Damon's eyes, cold as ice, fixed on her. As if he could burn a hole right through her.

She just called him trash?

But Hazel paid him no mind. Her hand signed the papers without a second thought, her signature flowing, neat, and beautiful. To Damon, it felt like a thorn in his chest, sinking deep.

He hadn't expected her to agree so easily. Ha! Guess she really did marry him for the money after all.

The staff member shot Damon a pointed look.

With the certificate in hand, their three-year marriage was officially over.

What Hazel didn't expect was that Damon had brought Delilah Hasani-his mistress, who had been the one to throw Hazel out of the Price mansion just yesterday.

But here, Delilah looked every bit the fragile, innocent woman. When she saw Hazel, her eyes widened with fear, as if the woman who had kicked her out the day before was someone else entirely.

"Hazel, I'm so sorry. If it wasn't for me, Damon wouldn't have pushed for the divorce. I'm really sorry..."

She put on a teary-eyed performance, crying as though she were the victim.

Hazel rolled her eyes, clearly irritated. "Cut it out. Mr. Price is really generous. He gave me a seaside villa, five shops on X Road, and ten million in cash. If I didn't sign, it would just make me look petty."

"Hazel, I know you said that to reassure me. Please forgive me. I'll do anything for you!" Delilah pleaded, her voice sweet, but her eyes full of bitterness, knowing Hazel had walked away with a huge payout.

Hazel smirked. "Alright, then go die."

"What? Hazel..." Delilah gasped, her voice quivering.

"What? Didn't you just say you'd do anything for me? If you really mean it, slap yourself twice. I'm fine with that!" Hazel scoffed, raising her hand as if she might strike Delilah herself.

"Hazel!" A furious voice interrupted the tension.

Damon, playing the knight in shining armor, stepped in front of Delilah, glaring at Hazel.

Hazel was stunned. What was going on? What had she done to make them treat her like she was poison?

"You can hate me all you want, but Delilah's pregnant. If anything happens to her, you'll be responsible!" Damon snapped, his voice filled with barely contained rage.

Hazel crossed her arms, standing her ground. "Am I her mother? Why would I take responsibility for her? Let's be clear-she's just your mistress. And you? You're nothing but a dog who's eaten shit. No matter how clean I get, I wouldn't want someone like her."

"Hazel!" Damon growled, his fists clenched.

But she gritted her teeth, holding back, biding her time for the day when she'd sit in the position of Mrs. Price, finally taking down Hazel.

"Damon, don't be like this. Hazel didn't mean it. It's all my fault for making her angry!" Delilah tugged at his sleeve, playing the role of the fragile woman flawlessly.

Hazel gave her a dismissive glance, adjusted the strap on her purse, and began to walk away. As she passed Damon, she paused for a moment, leaned in close to his ear, and whispered, "By the way, you might want to get a checkup. With all those pretty things outside, who knows if they're clean."

Damon's face turned an ugly shade of red with rage as he watched her walk away, his eyes burning holes into her back

This woman-when had she become like this?

As Hazel stepped outside, the sun hung low in the sky, and the clock ticked past 3 PM.

"Damon Price," she muttered under her breath, a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. The echo of his voice from their past still rang clearly in her mind: "It's been three years. I'm tired of even wearing a pair of shoes. Hazel, you'd better be smart about this, or we won't end up in a happy situation. It won't be good for anyone, okay?"

Three years. She had given everything-her heart, her soul-to a man who had never truly loved her. It had all started when she saved the old man of the Price family in a chance encounter. Out of gratitude, and trusting her, he had arranged for his grandson, Damon Price, to marry her.

She had never questioned the marriage, believing that love would come in time. But three years later, the love she had given had withered, unreciprocated. All that remained was the fading memory of someone who had never returned her feelings. She had loved him completely, and now, standing on the edge of divorce, she realized she had loved nothing but an illusion.

That evening, the storm hit. A bombshell exploded across Vernon's trending news.

[Breaking: Price Family's Eldest Son Caught with STDs, Ex-Wife Furious-Three-Year Marriage Finally Ends!]

"Wait, is this for real? My idol's fallen from grace!"

"Sympathy for the ex-wife, a hundred times over. Ladies, be careful who you choose!"

"OMG, when did he get married? And when did they divorce? I'll pay a thousand for someone to tell me what happened!"

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“Hazel Queen had loved her husband with all her heart for three years. But the one thing she never saw coming was the cold, shocking truth: he wanted a divorce because his mistress was pregnant. Heartbroken and betrayed, Hazel decides to move on and returns to Queen Corp, where she steps into her true role as the powerful female president, worth hundreds of millions. This revelation shocks her ex-husband, Damon Price, who never knew that the woman he left behind was the mastermind behind the famous Queen Corp-the Heiress of the Queen family, who had supposedly died in a fire three years ago.”
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Chapter 1 Divorce

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Chapter 2 The Heiress

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Chapter 3 Mess With Him

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Chapter 4 Her Returns

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Chapter 5 The Truth

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Chapter 6 Hadn't Had Enough Fun

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Chapter 7 Badass

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Chapter 8 The Mastermind

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Chapter 9 Pressure

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Chapter 10 Closest People

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Chapter 11 Disgust

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Chapter 12 Demian's Last Wish

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Chapter 13 Hazel's Ability

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Chapter 14 Arrogant and Proud

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Chapter 15 Grandfather

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Chapter 16 Terrible Acting

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Chapter 17 Headline

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Chapter 18 A Threat

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Chapter 19 Jonah's Era is Over

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Chapter 20 Bias

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Chapter 21 I Don't Like Her

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Chapter 22 Internet Backlash

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Chapter 23 Attend The Wedding

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Chapter 24 No Seat

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Chapter 25 Disrespected

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Chapter 26 Assistant

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Chapter 27 Dirty Mind

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Chapter 28 Wasn't Okay

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Chapter 29 Unexpected Gift

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Chapter 30 Dinner Invitation

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Chapter 31 As Boring As Ever

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Chapter 32 Hospitalized

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Chapter 33 Stay The Night

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Chapter 34 Awake

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Chapter 35 Press Conference

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Chapter 36 She Doesn't Need His Help

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Chapter 37 Third Party

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Chapter 38 Self-Satisfied

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Chapter 39 Comforting the Ex-Wife

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Chapter 40 Clear Evidence

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