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Divorce Make Me A Tycoon, My Ex Meet His Doom

Chapter 2 Who Is She That Mr. Robinson Cares So Much About

Word Count: 1235    |    Released on: 13/03/2026

Sterling

intments booked a month in advance. Without a pri

e today who specializes in d

ttending a city meeting today. If you're not in a rush, you could wait

r mask. "Alright. I'll wai

. Their curiosity was understandable-Christine's glasses, ma

ves. Could she be wearing s

se of

wouldn't have trouble booking appointments, but ordin

l ask Ms. Clark how so

rge of sympathy for Christine, a t

son in?" The man's deep, mag

, "Mr. Thompson requires appointments booked a

arp, handsome features-holy crap, th

nd his face was chiseled like a sculpture-utterly flawless. The black suit

look at them, instead casting a faint glan

ool. "Tell him

se aura, the receptionis

ng gaze pierce the back of her neck,

ate, all she saw was the receding

h polite yet haughty professionalism was now le

ng chuckle. So this is the person

in New York was also known to Neil. And the partner at Stone & Sterling Law Firm-wher

ntment with Ms. Clark, but fifteen minutes later, t

hompson, happens to be available today. P

s slightly and smiled faintly. "Alrig

ference room door, revealing a

e a seat. My apologies

asses up his nose and extended hi

you're here today to consult a

first time that day, catching the fleet

I want a divorce-the

"May I ask, Miss Woods, what

nfirm physical infidelity, but

ng Los Angeles's elite socialites, her looks sto

nce? Photos, recor

nd showed Henry the saved chat s

afraid this evidence alone isn't sufficient

involuntarily. "Mr. Thompso

ific time. His sister's social media posts and comments serve merely as supplementary evidence. The mo

ng intimate acts between your husband and the other wom

in Christine's chest

il ever apol

e would probably still beli

otos-she

uing. "As long as you can prove that the breakdown of your marriage was solel

elity does not affect the division of marital property unless he deliberately concealed, transferr

ded so far, I believe more direct a

hristine had never har

hold direct shares in his family's company but managed it as CEO. Aside from the apa

t of the company's shares as a dowry to curry favor with her father. Chr

proof of Neil's love and never

y loves you, what nee

it-there's no need to searc

to divorce him, she was goin

nd. I'll gather more evidence and fi

She only wanted to distance herself from him-ne

causing the front desk staff to look

ce with light steps and glanced

w to dump work on me t

ven know my minimum hou

corner of his lips.

ed. She

ing a divorce?" the

teased lightly, "Edward, who is

fingers rubbed the silver ring on his i

ur own b

: ".D

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Divorce Make Me A Tycoon, My Ex Meet His Doom
Divorce Make Me A Tycoon, My Ex Meet His Doom
“When Christine Woods collapses into a hospital bed from unbearable pain, her husband's response is colder than the IV dripping into her veins: "Stop pretending to be sick." That same night, a single social media post shatters her marriage--Neil Caffery, intimate with the first love he once claimed was dead. Three years of marriage. Three years of neglect, indifference, and quiet self-deception. In that moment, Christine finally understands the truth: she was never a wife--only a substitute. Not wanting to live as a substitute any longer, she divorced her husband. After divorce, Christine started her new life, achieving success both in career and love. Seeing her so radiant and successful, her scumbag husband beg her to come back. "Hazel, I know I was wrong. Please come back." However, before Christine could respond, the country's richest man kicked him and held Christine's waist, "Who are you? Stop pestering my wife!" His voice was cold, his presence imposing. Christine looked at him and snorted, "When did I agree to marry you?" "Baby, are you still angry about last night? I promise, I will be gentle next time." The man said, looking at her playfully. Christine hit his chest playfully, her face turning red.”