Divorcing The Tycoon: Rebirth Of A Queen

Chapter 7

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oard meeting to meet her at a public cafe in

s coffee with a leisurely air, as if he we

white shirt and jeans, no makeup, yet she seemed m

s lost for words. How long had it been sin

t flicker of sentiment, hi

sturing to the chair op

looking down at him. "I have f

. "Felicity, don't speak to me like

ng," she re

et straight to the point. "Your lawyer c

you? A few pieces of jewelry, how long will that s

elicity. Without me

ffer. "If you take back the divorce, apologize to Eden, I can pret

told the funniest joke in the world. A la

ear, and it made Kayden's

you an idiot? The only person who needs to apologize here is you. For your stupi

's gaze was cold and unwavering. "Sign the

on't forget, I have custody of Leo! Do you really think a judge wi

ould surely bri

t him with cold pity, as i

son. You have no right

isper only he could hear, "do you really want everyone in New York to k

Kayden's face. He sta

e this public? Was she insane

nted a tremblin

r collar, her aura of cold invincibility fully restored.

agreement. Sign it or don't. But from this momen

d away without a sin

bustling cafe, the noise

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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."”