Divorcing My Superstar Husband: Watch Me Shine

Chapter 5

Word Count: 738 | Released on: 16/10/2026

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ocks to an electronics bodega where I bought a cheap prepaid burner phone with cash. By two

auses in a few weeks," the divorce attorney explained. "However, if your husband contes

k. "Thank you

I had bruised his massive ego by fighting back yesterday. Sitting around waiting for mercy was s

ior copywriter, marketing coordinator, executive secretary. When I opened my resume, the blinking cursor mocked me. Since graduating wit

ammed the laptop shut and paced until

uld change nothing. If Beckett wanted a war of attrition, I wo

-fitted black tuxedo, his hair styled back, smelling of cedarwood. His footste

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kept my hands fol

atch. "Hailey, stop throwing a tantrum. This

" I stood and looked straight into

d said those words to his face. My voice was no

ched, and he stalked toward me, eyes as cold a

e." I held my ground, en

hand shooting out to grab my wrist. "Look

steps backward, dodging his reach com

ou know how to use, Beckett?" I

raining from his cheeks as his chest heaved. The air

gtone blared from his jacket pocket. He yanked

ed, replaced by white-faced terror. "What did yo

d a hockey stick steady in front of twenty tho

lted for the front door. My heart dropped into

the first time since I had known him, the arrogant superstar mask was

had a massive heart attack. They're

patted my hand every Sunday and called me kiddo? All thoughts of divorce and bi

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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.”