Beyond Divorce: He Is Not The Same

Chapter 6 No.6

Word Count: 607 | Released on: 22/01/2026

uck was discr

keys. They were standing in the driv

wicked grin on her face. "It cost me 50 millio

and a line of cypress trees were all that separated

fect," Ch

zabeth-he didn't care enough to watch her-but to secure his

r pool. She was trying to read a book, but

of an engine. A d

garden. Through the trees, she saw a black

Chris stepped out

ded muscle defined his torso. Scars crisscrossed his skin, silver

e. She was wearing a bikini top and a s

t was a lazy, d

d back into her house. She slammed the sli

m. She pulled the curtains shut

e had bought for a vacation she never took. Her

e doing," she muttered to herse

amera feed showed Chris and Adelia on t

e looked up. He looked directly into the camera

ble. He couldn

he terrace. He looked at the drone, and th

d. He didn't shout. He just spoke, and someho

on the terrace. With a casual flick of his wrist, he sent it spinning throug

gh-pitched whine before it tumbled out of the sk

ck. Chris walked over to the wreckage and cru

, her heart racing so fast it hurt. He was a monster. He was a te

d into Chris's study. Sh

resting," she said, leani

es on his computer. The

a," Chris said without

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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."”