Divorcing My Superstar Husband: Watch Me Shine

Chapter 7

Word Count: 755 | Released on: 16/10/2026

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ass. Inside, Grandfather Theodore lay on a narrow hospital bed, tubes running into his arms, an

n was the only person who ever asked if I had eaten enough or smil

pped behind my left shoulder. The hea

putting on this pathetic little show for?" E

ndfather's chest. "I'm h

with that title. If it weren't for a jinx like you forcing your way

-in-law. "Please show some basic respec

two nurses down the hall turned to stare. "A shameless Puck Bunny who t

and Candice walked over, fo

ice hurried forward and looped h

this is the ICU. I'm sure Hailey is wor

e bait. "She's probably praying the old man dies ton

sle, who had stood silently by the elevat

and rolled her eyes, though the

en. A nurse stepped out holding a clipboa

y to the front. "I am

. His vitals are fluctuating because he's getting agitated, and he keeps

ilence swallowed the floor. Every pair of eyes-Eleanor's, Harr

dfather was awake? And

Candice's face froze solid. Behind them, Beckett stared at me, his ice-b

my throat and stepped pa

ome with me. The doctor says keeping him calm is our top

e hissed a single word: "Little gold-dig

tering saintly concern across her face. "Hailey, Grandpa's heart is so weak

ingers, then yanked my arm free.

om the door, lips parting as if to speak, h

he toxic glares behind. In the anteroom the nurse helped me ti

haking hands, I pushed open the gla

on the pillow. Beneath the white hair and the plastic ma

il, IV-bruised hand an inch off the mattre

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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.”