Divorce Me? The Despised Wife Is The Apex Boss

Chapter 3

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ed my suitcase down the tree-lined street outside the estat

eeing my cousin-in-law Penelope White's name flashing

orrow is my wedding of the century, so get your a

or three years, every single member of the White

to do with me. Go find someone els

dead silence on the othe

food and live under our roof! What's

rum. I hung up and added her number t

and Chevrolet, tossed the suitcase into the backse

again as I stopped at a red light. A video had

he feet of Elenora Mccarty, the iron-fisted matriarch

didn't just hook up with some wild man outside-she splashed

s sprained wrist, nodding with a pain

od cane, her wrinkled face dark with rage before she sw

ily tolerate such a shameless, low-class slut!" E

and curled my lips into a cold sneer. The light

p gaze toward Curtis's arrogant younger cousin,

efore Penelope's wedding tomorrow, I'm going to use ou

k on her knees!" Clair rubbed his hands toge

one onto the passenger seat as neon str

glanced at the gauge, spun the steering wheel,

nd slid it into the tank. The cold wind blew m

ily law" meant locking me in the basement

head of Apex and the heir of the Justice famil

ht-yellow Porsche 911 swerved in and parked sideway

e flanked by four burly bodyguards in black s

more, you shameless bitch?" Clair stopped

race of expression, my hand

me for a piece of trash like Curtis?" M

unease down and pulled out his phone. He opened a live stream on social media, shovi

's let the whole internet watch how I break your ch

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“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.”