Divorce Me? The Despised Wife Is The Apex Boss

Chapter 5

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VIP parking spot right in front of The Merriweather Hotel's m

slapping my window hard. "Hey! Move this p

old glance over his face, and the sheer authority in my

et surrounded by white roses and champagne towers, where half

ce. The chatter died down instantly as wealthy guests turn

n a sharp bespoke tuxedo, walked out arm-in-arm wit

contempt and leaned snugly against C

ace? I thought Clair would have put you in t

t them and locked onto Fletcher Hayes, who was standing

st and marched over with a stack of papers in his

disgrace to our Premier Rideshare Alliance!" Fletcher barked, p

. They sipped their champagne, watching me like an u

shed the hem of my trench coat, watchin

, you caused massive damage to our company's reputation!" Fletcher sho

y announce that you are fired! And you will pay o

ck of documents

at me, his eyes practically screaming: See? Withou

s scattered across the gra

boots lets you walk sideways in this town?" I

ore puffing up again. "Cut the crap! Sig

pulled out the encrypted phone representi

Carlisle's number, tapped speakerphone

is a subsidiary under Apex, correct?" My

m the speaker. "Yes, my Sovereign. Apex holds an eig

t before bursting into eve

You hired a voice actor to pretend you're an Apex exec

Angeles Regional Manager Fletcher Hayes of all his position

is issued and effective immediately

atic. "You think making a fake phone c

feet. Before his leather shoe touched the grass, the

The second he saw the caller ID of his head

could even say hello, a furious roar blasted from his

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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.”