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CHAPTER EIGHT: I Don't Need My Husband's Money!
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Despite the inappropriate advancement of the manager, I accepted the job. I’m desperate to end the cycle of rejection and despair, to get my chance of independence and to prove that I’m more than just a housewife.Little do I know, however, that my journey will soon take a dark turn.The Express Cafe bustles with the morning rush. I’ve landed a job as a barista. As I steam milk and pull espresso shots, I find myself the target of unwanted advances from both the manager, and the owner. When no one is looking, they’d brush their c.rotch area against my b.utt, their fingers touching my exposed legs, sending a shiver of disgust through my bones.I feel trapped in another nightmare that’s not easy to escape. And it doesn't end there. The manager, sensing my subtle defiance on his advances, would take revenge by humiliating me in front of my colleagues. He would nitpick every move I’m making, correcting me with a sneer even when there’s nothing to correct.My anger simmers beneath the sur
I Want A Divorce, Mr. Billionaire! CHAPTER ELEVEN: A Secret Found
CARTER’S POV:My wife seems like a different person now.How can I make her see reason when she’s so damn stubborn? My threats aren’t working, even bankruptcy doesn’t faze her anymore. I need to find a way to reach her heart again.A bottle of beer dangled loosely from my fingertips, my other hand absentmindedly massaging my cheek where the sting of Hazel's slap still lingers, days after the fact. The memory of her angry and pained face flashes before my eyes again.“It’s just a kiss,” I hiss.We’re married, for crying out loud! Her need to humiliate me in front of the other families was evident in every fiery word she spat. To add insult to injury, she found herself a divorce lawyer – Marius Thorne, of all people!Marius is known for his ruthlessness in the courtroom, his unyielding determination to win at any cost. I drain the last dregs of beer from the bottle and set it down on the bedside table with a hollow thud. Rising from the couch, I make my way to the bathroom.I sink int
I Want A Divorce, Mr. Billionaire! CHAPTER TWELVE: A Mother's Determination
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I Want A Divorce, Mr. Billionaire! CHAPTER THIRTEEN: The Mistress In Action
LILIAN’S POV:Is Carter really over Hazel, or is he just saying that to keep me around? I see the way he looks when he talks about her, and it makes me wonder if I'm just a distraction. My reverie is interrupted when a sharp desperate knock comes to my door.As I fling the door open, my irritation evaporates. Standing at the threshold, swaying slightly, is Carter."Carter," I breathe as I take in his disheveled appearance. His face is flushed, his eyes half-closed, and his necktie hung loose around his neck. His shirt is wrinkled and stained, a far cry from his usual meticulous attire."Lilian," he mumbles, stumbling forward. I catch him just in time, my arms steadying his larger frame. The smell of alcohol is overwhelming, and I wrinkle my nose but hold him up, guiding him towards the living area.Carter collapses onto the sofa, his head lolling back against the cushions."What happened? Why are you so drunk?" I ask.Carter's eyes struggle to focus on me, his words slurring togeth
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I Want A Divorce, Mr. Billionaire! CHAPTER SIXTEEN: A Secret Exposed
Will my secret be exposed? Leslie approaches me, his smile widening. "Hazel, where have you been all this time? I was so worried about you.” Alex’s puzzled gaze flicks between me and Leslie as he murmurs, "Hazel?" I pull myself together. I can’t afford to falter now. "Oh no, I’m not Hazel.”I retrieve my company ID from my purse, holding it up for Leslie to see. "Veronica Shultz," I say, the name suddenly sounding foreign yet familiar on my tongue.Shocked, Leslie’s eyes search mine for some hint of the truth. But I force a fake calmness, my eyes distant. Leslie sighs, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. "I’m so sorry. You just… look so much like someone I used to know."“That’s alright,” I say, grateful that he doesn’t insist on his correct assumption.He then turns and walks away, casting one last, lingering glance over his shoulder.What’s Leslie doing here, of all places? Could he be a new colleague? Is this a mere coincidence? This can’t be happening! I have to keep my
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