Beyond Divorce: He Is Not The Same

Chapter 7 No.7

Word Count: 597 | Released on: 22/01/2026

cotch in her private lounge. T

for my men, Chris," she

t up on her marble coffee table,

one. You..." She circled him, trailing a finger

d an eyebro

ver him until her hair brushed his cheek. "You haven't

ached up and grabbed her wrist.

re the rules are set by

ap with a gasp. He held her there, his

his face inches from hers, "you'

s flip. She was used to men jumping through hoops

waiting at the arrivals gate. Greg was

king tired. He spotted her and

he call

he sweat stains on his shirt. She saw the

d. She took a step back, her body rea

arms still open.

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ulsed. The thought of his han

urning and walking away

hand. She kept both hands on the

in next door," Greg s

provoke me," E

Back to the city,

rd was sharp. "I won't let h

anted to stay. She wanted to be near the wall. S

. He was doing pull-ups, the muscles in

way. She had forgotten her ratin

r. He wiped his face with

elia. I have

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t don't expect me to play the do

his computer. He opene

ode. The screen

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Elizabeth's house. He saw her

ong side, Elizabe

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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."”