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Divorce Me? The Despised Wife Is The Apex Boss

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 796    |    Released on: Today at 16:28

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White family's hillside estate. I paid the fare, pushed the door open, an

er checking my access card; he just curled his li

aight across the manicured lawn tow

ng the living room glanced up, didn't even bother t

e second floor and pushed open the doors to the master bed

f the closet, I began packing the few si

r engine ended in a screech of tire

ay. The bedroom door flew open with a loud bang

case on the floor. He strode inside and slammed his

on Brant wasn't enough, and now you're playing the runaway wife g

my pocket, and wiped my fingertips one by one,

urtis stepped closer, trying to tower

the agreement Carlisle's legal team had

clear the rotten

s pupils shrank the second his eyes hit the bo

You're div

the joke of the year, then hurled the papers onto

ber! Without me, you don't even have wh

vive," I said, bending down to pick up the agreeme

I wasn't playing hard to get. Panic flashed a

years," he said, trying to guilt-trip me. "I'm at a critical stage in connectin

so shamelessly for his o

uard, he stumbled back half a step and s

etic pride isn't w

uitcase, its wheels rolling cr

rtis dropped all pretense. He lunged forward to grab

dle with my right hand, I drove my l

clutching his side and gasping for air, comple

y, walked out of the bedroom, and head

zen, staring with wide eyes as I carri

lanced back at the luxurious cage

agreement to his office. If he doesn't s

the Los Angeles night, and slammed them shut

ed phone and sent a brief text to Carlisle: Launch

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Divorce Me? The Despised Wife Is The Apex Boss
Divorce Me? The Despised Wife Is The Apex Boss
“For three years, I played the meek, penniless housewife to fulfill my family's strict succession trial, swallowing every ounce of disgust from my husband Fleming and the Joyce family. But my patience evaporated the day I pushed open Fleming's office door and caught him half-undressed on his desk, pinned beneath Bart, the male investor he had been praising all week. Instead of panicking, they mocked my cheap clothes and called me a bottom-feeding parasite. When I demanded a divorce and packed my bags, Fleming and his grandmother flipped the script. They publicly framed me for cheating and stealing family antiques. They pulled strings to get me fired from my ride-share job, blacklisted me across the city, and even sent a dozen thugs to break my legs, vowing to make me grovel in the gutter. I looked at this family of arrogant leeches, finding their threats absolutely laughable. They didn't know that for the past three years, my secret income was the only thing keeping their outer businesses from going bankrupt. As my encrypted phone lit up, my family butler's voice came through to announce that my three-year deadline was officially up. "Contact the legal department. Have them draw up the divorce papers." I threw my cheap plastic phone case into the trash and put on the dark-gold signet ring of the Kemp family heir. It was time for the real CEO of Sterling Gate Holdings to make them spit out everything they owed.”