Divorcing My Superstar Husband: Watch Me Shine

Chapter 3

Word Count: 735 | Released on: 16/10/2026

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d jeans, I grabbed the folder I had printed out in the stud

had laid out a spread of eggs Benedict, berries, and bagels across the mahogany table. I

slung low around his waist, sweat gleaming across the ridges of his abs. As an elite a

me and drained a glass o

m my tote and slid it across the wood until it hit his knuckles. The bo

terminate t

o his ice‑blue eyes,

erminate it?" He laughed, low and humorless. "An

e is nothing between us e

s chair back, stood, and walked slowly around the table toward me. Be

ley. Tell me there's

my chest hurt. I forced my

"Have you forgotten Clause Four of that contract? As long as this

face. "That's for the ca

he chair. Before I could catch my balance, he scooped me up against his

t his bare shoulder. At the kitchen doorway, Donna poked her

marched up the grand staircase. He kicked the master be

e it two feet. He came down on top of me, his t

as no tenderness-only raw anger, punish

Against an NHL center who fought grown men on the ice for a li

ripping it at the seam. Cold air hit my

from my eyes and ran into my h

ner of his mouth twisted into a cruel, victorious smirk. "Now tell me," h

my head into the pillow. Everyt

f tearing fabric and my muffled sobs against the linen. It was a cold, ruthless claim of o

word. He rolled off the mattress an

strings cut. On the nightstand, the termination agreement he had

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Maui Romance

“I was bound in a two-year contract marriage to NHL superstar Beckett Carlisle to save his ruined reputation. I foolishly thought time might change things, until his childhood sweetheart sent me a photo of him at a bar. "He's with me. -C," the text read. When he came home drunk, reeking of her perfume, he smashed my phone against the marble table just because I ignored him. The next morning, when I handed him our prenuptial agreement and demanded a divorce, his icy eyes darkened. "We have a duty to fulfill spousal obligations," he sneered. He pinned me to the bed and brutally forced himself on me while I sobbed, using his strength to remind me who was in charge. Later, when his grandfather had a heart attack, his mother publicly humiliated me in the hospital hallway. "A Puck Bunny who tried to trap my son deserves to talk to me about respect?" Candice stood right beside him, parading around as if she were the real wife, telling me I was just in the way. I had spent two years playing the perfect, invisible Mrs. Carlisle, swallowing my pride, only to be treated like a pathetic, disposable joke. My heart died completely in that cold hallway. I stopped asking for his permission. I took the limitless black card he had given me, went straight to Fifth Avenue, and bought a new laptop. Since he refused to let me go, I was going to use his money to build my own career and leave this gilded cage on my own terms.”