Beyond Divorce: He Is Not The Same

Chapter 5 No.5

Word Count: 631 | Released on: 22/01/2026

nd," Adeli

erly Hills boutique. The midnight-blue suit fit him like a second skin. It hid

slightly. He had seen the map of scars on Chris's back

standing behind him. She reached out to straighte

a few years ago," Chris said, his voice flat. "They were

ia said, watching his reflection. "Elizabeth and

Good. I'm going to make her regret

ered. "You'

getting

nding as the Bentley pulled up. Adelia stepped out first, weari

ris ste

like a dark prince. He offered his arm to Adelia,

lroom. The air was thick

something Greg said. Her laugh sounded forced, too high-pitche

ted. Heads turned.

toward the entran

mfortably on the small of her back. He looked... magnificent. H

voice cut through the sile

She clutched her clutch bag so hard her knuckles were

ored. He looked at her dress-a pale

entertainment," Chris said

"This is a private event, C

holding company has owned a controlling stake for months. We j

h the nearby guests. Elizabeth f

ing," she

aid. He turned to Adelia.

response. He led Adel

s pulled Adelia close. His movements were fluid, domina

ver danced with her. He had always claimed he had tw

moved li

h her arm. "Liz, d

off. "Don't to

a's ear, and Adelia threw her head back and

She wiped it away furiously. Hate. She had to hat

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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."”