Divorcing The Tycoon: Rebirth Of A Queen

Chapter 6

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r in a daze, the crumpled divorce

nner. Eden, dressed in an elegant evening gown, was gently teaching Noah ho

oat with a look of well-practiced concern. "Kayden, where h

hugged his leg. "D

ghtly. He looked at the soft, dependent Eden, then thought of Felicit

ble in the foyer and sank into the head chair

k issues," he lied, not wantin

eir depths, but she said nothing. She quietly ladled a bow

elsewhere. Felicity's words and that

was just using the threat of divorce to man

he Miller Group, would not be le

t could Felicity do without him? Her

e life without his money and protection, she would eve

nd Noah should stay here as long as you need.

Kayden, thank you. I don't kno

you to repay me. Just be happy. That's all the repayment I need.

vening, his

contacted me today. They wish to n

im I don't agree to a divorce. Tell

s being very firm. And... the asset division t

en raised

They only request the return of Mrs. Soto's mother's original dowry-a thirt

at thirty percent stake was practically worthless.

ty was throwing a tantrum. She had no idea

aid, hanging up. The smi

more time. He would show her just how ch

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“Felicity lay dying in a sterile VIP hospital room, her life slipping away to the fragile beeping of a heart monitor. The woman she had once pitied and considered a friend, Eden Ortiz, stood over her bed with a cruel, triumphant smile. Eden leaned in and whispered that Felicity's husband, Kayden, was too busy to come see her one last time. Then, she delivered a venomous secret that completely shattered Felicity's world. "Did you know? Your precious son's death wasn't an accident. I just gave the truck driver a little motivation." Eden sneered that five-year-old Leo was never Kayden's biological son anyway, making them both disposable obstacles so she could finally claim Kayden for herself. Felicity remembered her husband's six years of cold indifference toward their child, and it all made a sickening kind of sense. Endless regret and a black, burning hatred consumed her as her heart monitor let out a piercing scream and flatlined. She hated her own weakness and blind devotion. Why hadn't she seen the monster hiding in plain sight? Darkness swallowed her, but just as suddenly, her eyes flew open. She wasn't in the cold hospital. She was sitting in the familiar master bedroom of the Miller estate. The date on her phone read June 12th-exactly one year before her son's murder, the very day Eden returned to the country. A cold smile touched her lips as she picked up her phone and dialed her lawyer. "Mr. Davis, it's Felicity Soto. I need you to draft a divorce agreement for me. Immediately."”