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Samantha K. WhyteWelcome to the week I graduate from the University... Expect frequent chapters during this period till the end of the month... I am so happy...
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Divorced my Cheating Husband for his Billionaire Uncle Mr. and Mrs. Worth.
Bethany pulls back from his protective and quite reassuring hug, crosses her arms, and bites her lip. “And now the media is going to come after us. They’ll tie this to Campbell Conglomerate… to me.” Her voice wavers, but she takes a deep breath, trying to maintain composure, to show them all that she can still be rational.Her life is the perfect example of no rest and the idiom ‘from frying pan, to fire’. She only just got out of the frying pan the day before only to end up with a good night’s sleep, the unknowing short trip into the fire.Arthur pulls her close once again, his arm around her shoulders. “We’ll deal with whatever comes. We have nothing to hide. They will not be able to pin anything except trashy circumstantial sayings and whatever trashy media they try to come up with, we’ll control it. Unlike with Millicent because she was an actress, this is pretty controllable. No one wants to be sued.”Martha, who has been sitting in her armchair, watching the scene unfold, finally
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Bethany steps into the house, her thoughts still tangled in the events of the day.The police station they are just returning from, Kevin’s death, the ongoing investigation, it all feels heavy on her shoulders. Arthur walks beside her, his presence steady and grounding. They haven’t said much to each other since they left the station, but his hand has been holding hers the entire time, providing silent comfort. One that oddly enough, she finds herself needing.As they close the door behind them, Martha appears at the end of the hallway, her expression gentle but concerned. “Bethany,” she says softly, “can I have a moment with you?”Bethany looks at Arthur with a curious eyes, but he only gives her an encouraging nod. “Go ahead,” he says. “I’ll be upstairs, getting some things ready.”With that, Bethany follows Martha down the hallway.They pass the living room, where the sound of the television playing softly echoes in the background. Martha leads her to her room on the ground floor,
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-26Divorced my Cheating Husband for his Billionaire Uncle Off For a Visit
Bethany and Arthur lay side by side on the soft grass, the warmth of the sun sinking into their skin as a gentle breeze rustled the faraway trees around them.For a while, they simply enjoy the silence, the serenity of being away from all the noise and complications of the world. The tennis court they had just left was a distant memory, and the day felt lighter, easier, as they basked in the quiet moments between them.Arthur and Bethany lay side by side on the bench, basking in the cool breeze that brushes over them.The lighthearted laughter from their tennis match fades into a comfortable silence. The peace of the moment feels like a small escape from everything, but the silence, however comfortable, only makes their minds wander back to the places they did not want to go.After a short, silent while, Bethany breaks the silence, her voice soft and thoughtful. “Arthur,” she begins, her eyes fixed on the sky, “are you not worried about Daisy? With John in detention at the police stati
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-26Divorced my Cheating Husband for his Billionaire Uncle Fury and Smiles.
Downstairs, the silence, getting longer and worse by the seconds passing, between Daisy and Arthur thickens like a fog, heavy and oppressive. Arthur sits rigid in his chair, staring at the glass of water in his hand, his fingers wrapped tightly around the cool surface as though it could somehow calm the storm brewing inside him.It doesn’t.Something about being here, in front of Daisy, seeing how older she has gotten from all of her poor life choices, everything just makes him boiling hot on the inside.He glances up at Daisy, her expression a mixture of nervousness and guilt, her hands wringing the dish towel over and over as if she could twist her own anxiety out of existence. She had picked it back up seeing that there was nothing to do with her hands, and a nervous tic.But Arthur’s patience has long since worn thin.“Have you even seen Charles lately?” Arthur’s voice cuts through the silence like a blade, sharp and demanding. “Does he know that Quinn’s assaulter has been caught?
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-27Divorced my Cheating Husband for his Billionaire Uncle Mentally Ill, Physically Drunk.
The tires of the car crunched softly on the driveway as Arthur and Bethany pulled up in front of Charles’s house.The silence in the car had been comfortable but as soon as they drove in through the unmanned gates, their silence became thick with the worries that neither of them wanted to voice but they can both see it either way.Bethany glanced out of the window, her eyes scanning the empty, lifeless shell of what had once been her matrimonial home. The sense of worry that hung over her had been growing stronger ever since they left Daisy’s house, but now, seeing the state of Charles’s place, it is almost unbearable.The small garden on the side of the house, the same one Bethany had painstakingly tended to when she had lived here is now a withered patch of dry, brown earth, no single sight of a green leaf or any colors at all. The rose bushes she had once pruned with care were now shriveled husks, lifeless and brittle. It was as if the neglect that had consumed Charles had seeped i
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-27Divorced my Cheating Husband for his Billionaire Uncle A Goddamn Mess.
Arthur’s patience snapped. He grabbed Charles by the collar, his fingers digging into the fabric as he shook him violently. From side to side, head to toe, he shook him hard, hoping against hope that he’ll become sober.The movement was erratic, fueled by frustration and anger, as if he thought shaking Charles hard enough would somehow snap him back into reality. But Charles remained a dead weight, his body flailing uselessly as his eyes flickered open in a drunken stupor."Wake up!" Arthur growled, his voice rising. "Get it together, Charles! This isn't the time for you to be out of it! Your wife is passed out from whatever reason and you are piss drunk?"But Charles wasn’t responding. His eyes remained glazed, his head lolling to one side, completely detached from the chaos unfolding around him. Arthur shook him one more time, a desperate attempt to bring him back to his senses, but it was no use. He swore under his breath, feeling his muscles tense with the mounting frustration.Fi
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-28Divorced my Cheating Husband for his Billionaire Uncle Married Life, Blissful Life.
Bethany sat quietly by Alexa’s side in the hospital room, watching her closely.The beeping of the heart monitor and the sterile scent of disinfectant filled the air, creating an already uncomfortable atmosphere for someone like Bethany who does not like the smell and even though she tries to not have reasons to be at a hospital, she can’t seem to help it.Alexa’s eyelids flutter briefly before she finally opens her eyes. Her gaze is blurred and unfocused at first, as though she is trying to adjust to the bright white hospital lights above. When her vision finally clear, she notices Bethany sitting there, her expression filled with concern and relief that she has woken up.“Alexa, are you awake?” Bethany leaned forward, her voice soft but laced with worry. “How do you feel? Are you okay? I hope you don’t feel hurt anywhere?”Alexa frowned, confused.She blinked a few times and slowly looked around, realizing she was in a hospital bed. The room was unfamiliar, the sterile white walls an
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-29Divorced my Cheating Husband for his Billionaire Uncle Two cases, Two Evidences.
Arthur drummed his fingers lightly against the steering wheel as he maneuvered the car through the rush hour traffic. The Brooklyn skyline stretched ahead, the warm glow of the early evening sun casting its light all over the city.The day had been so damn long, filled with tension and unexpected revelations, and for the first time in hours, specifically since they left the tennis court, he could finally breathe, alone in the car with his wife.Beside him, Bethany stared out of the window, her mind still occupied by everything that had happened at the hospital with Charles and Alexa. The weight of family conflicts and buried emotions was exhausting. She sighed softly, rubbing her temples unconsciously.Arthur glanced at her and smirked. “You look like you’re having a very dramatic internal monologue within yourself.”Bethany turned to him, a small chuckle escaping her lips. “Oh, trust me, the drama inside my head right now could rival a trending soap opera.”Arthur laughed. “Then it’s
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Divorced my Cheating Husband for his Billionaire Uncle Kisses, Sea Salt and Love.
It’s evening of the same day, they have done some activities and have rested, had a late lunch after they woke up too, now its nighttime and the moon over a large body of water shines prettily.The air shifts to be a little cooler as the moon rises, its pretty pale light spreading over the resort like a creamy silk clothe. Gentle waves slap against the wooden but sturdy poles of their villa, and the little splashes make her smile.Bethany stands at the edge of their private deck, barefoot, robe fluttering in the ocean breeze. Her wine glass is empty now, set somewhere behind her, forgotten. She leans on the railing, watching the moon’s reflection ripple across the water in small, short spirals, uzumaki.Behind her, Arthur steps out of the villa. His shirt’s gone, leaving behind just a pair of soft gray linen pants hang low on his hips... Ooh lala. His eyes find her sitting figure instantly, and for a moment, he just looks at her.Really looks, her silhouette against the breathtaking v
Divorced my Cheating Husband for his Billionaire Uncle COMO Cocoa Island, Maldives.
The moment the plane touches down on the sun drenched tarmac of the Maldives airport, Bethany leans her head against the window and sighs, just waking up as a result of the announcement. Arthur already awoke but he did not wake her up knowing she would need the rest.It’s a new day already.They had been in the air for more than half of a day and coupled with the time difference of nine hours, its already the next day when they arrive, morning, sun shining brightly.She smiles again before sighing, coating the glass with vapor.Not the exhausted kind of sigh. The finally, I’m free, I’m ready to be happy kind. She can already see the pretty blue ocean in the near distance and her lips curve up into a soft smile.Arthur, sitting beside her, watches her instead of the view. “That’s the most relaxed I’ve seen you in months,” he murmurs running a finger over her shoulders in sort of a soft massage.Bethany turns to him, her smile deepening. “It’s the most relaxed I’ve felt in months. Who wo
Divorced my Cheating Husband for his Billionaire Uncle Necrophilia.
While the pretty silvered plane flies by overhead, a certain couple on the way to their much looked forward to honeymoon, below…The living room reeks of sweat, liquor, and dirty, smelly and rotten food.The morning’s calm is shattered by loud voices, yelling words back and forth between one another. Then suddenly, there is silence, and then that short moment of quietness is broken by a sudden, cracking slap.WHACK!Oh, no.SLAP!Then something shatters, something glass and fragile, a shard is picked up from the shattered glass and then the one piece of glass is picked up from it, used to aggressively cut the other person across the cheek, connecting with the tear caused by the earlier shattered glass.Alexa hits the floor, her body limp, her head smacking against the sharp corner of the center table. The sound is sickening, the kind that sticks in a person’s memory but her assailant does not worry about that, what he looks forward to, is the aftermath, the ecstasy that comes after. Bl
Divorced my Cheating Husband for his Billionaire Uncle Above the Skyline of Brooklyn, New York.
Morning arrives fast...That is how it happens on days you expect so much.The bright morning skies are a soft blue and the air, surprisingly cool for an April morning. The Campbell residence is unusually quiet, except for the muffled sound of footsteps and the occasional whirr of bag wheels being drawn.Arthur stands by the foot of the stairs, dressed casually in a light linen shirt and sleek black pants, overseeing the last of the suitcases being carried out. The driver, uniformed and slightly drawn in the face, loads their luggage into the trunk of the sleek black SUV parked outside.Bethany emerges from the top of the stairs in a matching light outfit, her white blouse tucked into wide legged beige pants, a pair of sunglasses perched on her head and a genuine smile lighting up her face as soon as she sights Arthur waiting for her at the foot of the stairs.Martha and Mason wait for them in the living room, both sipping coffee, the morning sun pouring in behind them.“Someone’s glow
Divorced my Cheating Husband for his Billionaire Uncle Flashback C: AGAIN, FINAL.
Charles doesn’t remember when the rage began, only that it grew over time, like a parasite feeding off everything he had left of humanity.He stares blankly at the GPS mounted in the Falcon Rental’s Audi R8, sleek, black, expensive, and utterly soulless. Just like him tonight. The false name he gave at the rental office, Reeds Whitby, echoes in his mind as he swerves through the streets.He doesn’t want to think too hard. The bottle of tequila he downed earlier made sure of that. He still has more of it in the deep pocket just if he needs some more liquid courage to protect his family.He punches a code into an app he’d installed on his family’s phones during the Quinn scare, a parental tracking tool he’d masked as a ‘security protocol.’ Now it pulses on the screen, blinking with one word.John.His father’s signal is floating dangerously close to the outskirts of the state. There is no other place she could be staying that is not where the blue dot is currently tapping.“She really ha
Divorced my Cheating Husband for his Billionaire Uncle FLASHBACK B: ACTION AND WHACKS!
The bottle is empty. Charles drops it onto the passenger seat, the final drop of tequila long gone down his throat. His vision swims a little, but his mind is sharp, sharper than it’s been in days.Rage does that.It slices through fog, even the kind caused by alcohol.Simpler to call it a drunken sober state.He adjusts the black cap over his head and slides the dark cloth mask up over his face. It’s not paranoia. It’s protection. He isn’t supposed to be seen. Not today.Not when he’s decided how this ends.The Falcon Rental lot is dim, even in daylight. He parks his actual car on the next street over, then walks across the sidewalk like any other customer. The ID he hands over is fake, the accent he puts on convincing enough. “Reeds Whitby,” he says with a light chuckle. “Just in town for a few days. Business and... pleasure.”The clerk barely looks at him. All that matters is the money.And he gives the guy a lot of it.Keys change hands.Minutes later, Charles is behind the wheel o
Divorced my Cheating Husband for his Billionaire Uncle FLASHBACK A: INTENTION, MOTIVE.
Many weeks before...Charles stands on the front steps of the hospital, the early afternoon sun beaming down on him like a spotlight exposing every ugly thought in his mind, shining brightly on every single evil thing he has ever done and said... The conversation with Arthur that he had just some minutes earlier before Arthur had gone up to possibly smack John had ensued, plays on loop in his headaccusations, disgust, disappointment. And the worst part? Arthur did have a point no matter how much he has tried to deny it and say it's a lie.No matter how much he had tried to say he isn't like his father... Deep down, he knew he was like him.And control of himself was slipping right through his fingers.He drags a hand through his hair, chest heaving as he pulls out his phone. His fingers hover for a second before he finally dials the number.The same number he had dialed just before and Arthur had overheard the whole conversation.Sienna picks up on the second ring, her voice light a
Divorced my Cheating Husband for his Billionaire Uncle The Killer.
Contented sigh.The morning sun peeks softly through the curtains, its light spilling gently over the cream sheets of the master bedroom where our couple have been staying and where the stay would soon come to an end since it's all over anyway. Arthur stirs first, slipping out of bed quietly so as not to wake Bethany. A few minutes later, he returns with two steaming mugs in hand. He knows what his wife needs anyway, and he'll give it to her, knowing what time she wakes up on her and even if it's not near, the coffee will damn near wake her up with it's 'rejuvenating' scent as she calls it.Bethany blinks awake just in time to see him walk in, dressed in his robe and soft slippers on his leg. He hands her one of the mugs and sits on the edge of the bed, watching her with amusement.She accepts it gratefully, taking a sip. “Mmm. You make a mean cup of coffee,” she says sleepily, sitting up straighter as the warmth spreads through her hands, waking her fully.Arthur raises a brow. “Goo
Divorced my Cheating Husband for his Billionaire Uncle Dreamy.
POVGood riddance to bad trash.The glass in front of me is already half empty, but I hold it like it’s the only thing anchoring me to the planet. My fingers tremble around the rim, knuckles pale and tight. Whiskey burns my throat as I knock the rest of it back in one go, but I barely flinch.Who flinches at a burn of alcohol after seeing a dead body’s flinching in death? Its nothing compared to one another, simply fleeting and yet stays with you… When you see the eyes of a dead person closing for the last time.Or the last blink? The last sigh? The last finger twitch? Exhilarating to see and alcohol seems to be the closes thing to feeling that lovely twinge in your back again.The bartender’s eyes flick toward me from the end of the counter.He's used to me now. I’ve been coming here every other night, ordering the same thing, pretty expensive whiskey, no ice, no chaser, the perfect feeling it gives me gives me no other choice but to drink it raw.I don’t need comfort.I need focus an
