Sign The Divorce Papers, Mr. Billionaire

Chapter 3 DRAGGED OUT INTO THE COLD

Word Count: 679 | Released on: 18/05/2026

of the hallway. The scent of his cologne and

s fingers clamped around he

r arm. Her eyebrows pulled together as the b

His mouth was in

e tantrum?" he hissed. The heat o

p. He didn't budge an inch. The difference

et out a

order yet," she spat bac

t flashed in Cale's eyes.

vator at the end of the hall, dragging her behind him. As he dragged her past the sculpture, his eyes f

s wobbled dangerously. She had to practically

ett let out anot

h her a lesson, Cale!"

pt their heads down, staring at the c

vate elevator. The doors slid open

ll, mirrored box. The silence was deafeni

elevator. She rubbed her red, throbbing wrist. S

the top two buttons of his shirt. He paced the sma

d to the freezing, concrete expanse

ed her out of the elevator and marc

through the ventilation shafts. Coral

He pulled open the passenger side

vy designer clutch with all her might. The m

ened. Coralie scrambled backward, putt

off the concrete pillars. "Your car is filthy.

t contorting her face felt like a physical blow to his ch

into a cold, cruel mask.

er door shut. The soun

he Montgomery name," Cale

the driver's seat, and started the

ar shot forward, tires screeching on the conc

rage. Her teeth chattered. Her body shook unc

shed a si

fingers. She pulled out her phone, opened a

oyota pulled into the garage. The drive

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“For three years, Coralie played the perfect, compliant wife to billionaire Cale Montgomery, silently enduring his coldness. That illusion shattered when she caught him in a VIP club hallway, indulging his fragile first love, Hayleigh, while his friends mocked Coralie as a pathetic housewife. Cale expected her to lower her head and submit. Instead, Coralie threw an ice-cold martini in Hayleigh's face. Furious, Cale dismissed her rebellion as a tantrum for a bigger payout. To force her submission, her own father called with a vicious ultimatum. "If you don't get Cale to fund my business, I'll cut off the payments to your mother's care facility today!" When Coralie rushed to the hospital to pay for the life support herself, she noticed a deep, unnatural scratch on her comatose mother's antique gold ring. Someone had tried to pry it off her finger. The nurse admitted her stepmother had just visited. A chilling realization froze Coralie's blood. Her mother's tragic car crash three years ago was never an accident. She marched straight into Cale's corporate headquarters and threw a zero-alimony divorce agreement onto his mahogany desk. When Hayleigh tried to humiliate her with VIP tickets, Coralie shredded them into pieces and let them rain down on her Chanel suit. "I don't chew other people's spit-out gum." Coralie wasn't just walking away from this gilded cage anymore. She was going to tear both of their families apart to uncover the truth.”