Divorce Me? The Despised Wife Is The Apex Boss

Chapter 6

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ust sent down a direct order-you're fired! Pack

nder. His face drained of all color, his hand shaking so hard h

nsing something was wrong from Fletcher's pale f

r's shoulder. "Manager Fletcher, what's wrong? Did

f the elite crowd, he couldn't bear to lose face right after brag

d announced loudly, "No, not at all! That was headquarters calling to say my p

Brant beamed with pride, acting as if Fletcher's "prom

s, I didn't bother exposing his lie on the spot. The highe

uppose I don't need to sign this termination agr

e, but too terrified to say another word,

cathed at her party, Brant stepp

urtis behind his back, and now you dare talk big here

ed? Brant, do you think if you scream a l

pulled out a miniature silver flash d

f the Apex tower, what you and Curtis were doing on that

pair of eyes snapped toward Curtis and Br

nking, he let go of Brant's arm and took ha

te. However, years of scheming in hig

us of my noble birth and jealous that Curtis loves m

d it high. "Look, everyone! This is her driver complaint record from the al

fake one-star reviews accusing me

in, their disgusted whispers

ession as he sighed to the guests. "Everyone, please forgive her. M

ny, I tossed the flash drive to a wait

nsole and project the video onto

ught the drive instinctively and took

lunged at the waiter like a cor

that thing!" Brant screamed

. The flash drive fell onto the grass in the scuffle, and Curtis st

aised his head and glared at me triumphantly,

lastic under his shoe, my lips

es you think I on

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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.”