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Divorcing My Superstar Husband: Watch Me Shine

Chapter 8 

Word Count: 911    |    Released on: 16/10/2026

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Theodore's outstretched fingers. His skin was papery and freezing. I rubb

voice cracked as I looked at the brui

iny shake o

gh old bones. No

s gaze shifting toward the glass

of my lip, not wanting to burden his

e told him everything. He let out a heavy sigh that fogged the

octor said you shou

ority of the family patriarch was unmistakable. Reluctantly I

llow sterile gown over his tuxedo shirt, tense, eyes fixed on the bed. Beh

red us to death!" She rushed toward th

He kept his sharp gray eyes on his

he opposite side of the be

kett to Candice, frozen with h

h the hiss of the oxygen machine, yet eve

ults now. It is high time y

spine we

tighter. "Hailey is your wife. Your job is to protect her and respe

pinned Candice with

not Beckett. Remember whose last name yo

he color drained from Candice's cheeks. Real tears final

s flying up to clutch the gold B necklace before she realized

n defense. His hands were curled into fists, the muscle in his jaw cl

odore said, waving his free hand toward t

ly fled out the glass door, Becke

rough my chest. Part of me felt a sharp rush o

eighty-year-old man in intensive care to d

melting into deep regret. "They've put

nd shook my head. "I'm f

n back at the house until his eyelids grew heavy and

into the main hallway. Eleanor, Harrison, and Angel

abbed my forearm, eyes red and frantic. "Hailey, please li

ebrow. "Oh? Th

a few too many drinks at the bar. We're just

st talking' require you to take a picture of his back

her lie collapsed. "I... I only texted you becaus

wall, arms crossed, watching silently-wa

-row seats. I yanked my arm free and took a step back, lo

s the tiles. "Put away that pathetic innocent act. I'm n

nd delivered the final blow. "From no

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Divorcing My Superstar Husband: Watch Me Shine
Divorcing My Superstar Husband: Watch Me Shine
“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.”