Beyond Divorce: He Is Not The Same

Chapter 2 No.2

Word Count: 680 | Released on: 22/01/2026

ing under the desk lamp. He hadn't even looked at the alimony fig

e said, her voice soundi

the desk and walked toward the small guest closet

credulity sharpening her tone. "You have no job. Your f

s into it-jeans, t-shirts, a leather jacket. He ignored the design

aid, zipping the bag shut. The sound

ok a step toward him, her face flushing. "I

g her personal space until she was pressed back against the bookshe

a gesture that used to make her melt, used to make her

rough. His eyes wer

. Her body betrayed her, leaning imperceptibly int

word lacked conviction. She was staring at

led his hand away and wiped his thumb on his

s said softly,

d walked out

ed by the sheer indignity of it. He wiped h

grabbed a crystal paperweight from the desk and hurled it at the door, but he

ing in the foyer, holding the front door open. His face was a mask of profes

ont of him. He look

Marcus," C

rved powerful men his whole life. He knew what a predator looked like. And the man stand

arcus murmured, ste

nto the crisp morning air of the Hamptons.

icured lawns or the fountain. He walked straight to the ruste

eat and got in. The engine coughed,

rview mirror. He saw Elizabeth standing on the balcony, her sil

d days ago in the old Chris's memories. He dialed a number from a life he h

muttered, and

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Beyond Divorce: He Is Not The Same

Emma Modern

“I woke up in a bedroom that screamed old money, but the body I occupied felt sluggish and fragile. I was now Chris Olson, a man known as a pathetic failure who spent his marriage groveling at his wife's feet for a single look of approval. Elizabeth didn't even wait for me to clear my head before she threw the divorce papers on the nightstand. She stood there in her silk robe, eyes cold as ice, demanding I sign them before breakfast so she could finally go public with her "White Moonlight," Greg. "You're walking away with nothing," she snapped, her voice full of the disgust she'd harbored for years. She reminded me that my family had disowned me and that I'd be on the streets within a week without her charity. As I sat up, a metallic, garlic-like scent on my breath confirmed a terrifying truth: the Olson family hadn't just disowned me; they had been micro-dosing me with arsenic for years. They wanted me weak and mentally unstable so they could split the inheritance without a fight. The original Chris would have cried and begged for her to stay, but I just looked at her like she was a target. I realized then that my "loving" family and my "faithful" wife had been watching me die in slow motion, and neither of them had lifted a finger to stop it. I signed the papers without reading a single line and walked out with nothing but a duffel bag and a rusted sedan. I didn't need her alimony; I had already called her greatest rival, Adelia Cherry, to discuss a merger that would rock the city. "I'm not here to save this marriage," I told Elizabeth as I moved into the mansion right next door to hers. "I'm here to bury it, along with everyone who thought they could poison me and get away with it."”