The Best Divorce: Never Forgive The Scandalous Billionaire

The Best Divorce: Never Forgive The Scandalous Billionaire

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I’ve been married to my husband Chris for four years, and we don’t have any children, yet now he wants to donate sperm to a beautiful designer? This isn’t the first time he’s done something so outrageous. He went to a K-pop star’s hotel room in the late night. He hugged the mother of one of my students at a bikini party. ...... “These are all misunderstandings! I’m just business partners with these women,” Chris always explains. I don’t want to hear such excuses anymore! I’m just an ordinary elementary school teacher who married a handsome billionaire. Many people think I should be grateful. But the love I want can’t tolerate any betrayal!

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My Husband has another Wife?!

Lillian’s POV I step out of the hotel, and the brisk winter breeze instantly brushes against my face.  Zurich's streets are lively, snowflakes fall gently around me.I'm here to surprise Micheal. The elementary school where I work organized a trip to Switzerland, and by chance, I had booked the same hotel as my husband. This year, Micheal has invested in a new resort project in the city, and he's here on business. I didn't tell him I'd be visiting. I'm hoping to bring a bit of home to his busy day.I make my way to a small bakery on the corner. The smell of fresh pastries fills the air as I step inside. The shopkeeper, a woman with kind eyes, greets me with a smile."May I help you?""Yes, I'd like a dozen ginger cookies," I say, tapping my finger against the jar."Are these for someone special?" she asks. "They are," I reply, with a smile. "My husband absolutely adores them. I can already picture his face lighting up when he sees them. Plus, they're the only thing that can distrac

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30 Chapters

My Husband has another Wife?!

Lillian’s POV I step out of the hotel, and the brisk winter breeze instantly brushes against my face.  Zurich's streets are lively, snowflakes fall gently around me.I'm here to surprise Micheal. The elementary school where I work organized a trip to Switzerland, and by chance, I had booked the same hotel as my husband. This year, Micheal has invested in a new resort project in the city, and he's here on business. I didn't tell him I'd be visiting. I'm hoping to bring a bit of home to his busy day.I make my way to a small bakery on the corner. The smell of fresh pastries fills the air as I step inside. The shopkeeper, a woman with kind eyes, greets me with a smile."May I help you?""Yes, I'd like a dozen ginger cookies," I say, tapping my finger against the jar."Are these for someone special?" she asks. "They are," I reply, with a smile. "My husband absolutely adores them. I can already picture his face lighting up when he sees them. Plus, they're the only thing that can distrac
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Thrown out of my Husband's Company.

Lillian’s POV My fingers tremble as I dial Micheal's number, heart pounding. Each unanswered ring feeds my frustration. Across from me, the receptionist meets my gaze with a smug look. I glance at her name tag, reading it quickly. "I will tell Michael exactly how you've treated me, and, Ms. Müller, I will also be filing a complaint against you." "Sure you are," she scoffs, crossing her arms. When my call goes straight to voicemail, her mocking laughter grates on my nerves."Another wannabe," she sneers, sizing me up. "Coming here thinking you can get his attention. And in that? At least try something with a higher price tag next time. ”My face flushes, anger and embarrassment blend. I step forward, my hand itching to slap her smug face.  But she grabs the phone on her desk, eye glinting."Security, please, We have a disturbance in the lobby."In moments, two guards appear, their expressions unreadable as they approach. One of them, a bulky man with arms like steel beams, reache
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The “Wife”?

Lillian's POVMichael's expression turns to one of worry, and he rushes forward toward me. "Lillian, what are you doing here? Why do you look like this?" he asks, sounding almost genuinely worried. But I can't bring myself to believe his concern is real—not with that woman standing there, looking at me like I'm the impostor here.Just this morning, I was so excited, filled with hope for our time in Switzerland. But now, all I want is to go home. My expectations haven't come close to reality."I came here with the other teachers," I begin quietly. "Our boss arranged a retreat for us. I thought I'd surprise you." "You should have told me," he says, a hint of impatience edging his voice."I wanted it to be a pleasant surprise," I reply, hugging myself against the chill."But when I arrived, the receptionist didn't believe I was your wife. She... she laughed at me." I swallow hard, remembering the sting of humiliation. "She said you were already with your wife in your office. Then secu
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I'm Preparing for Pregnancy

Lillian's POV"Michael, why can't you take me home?" I stand frozen, struggling to swallow the newest lump in my throat."I can't take you home right now, Lillian. Catherine and I have an appointment to go over the designs for the resort. We need to go and look at the place. It's important," he says. Finally, he looks at me. "You made it here on your own, didn't you? You can get back by yourself."His words sting, more cutting than I expected. I open my mouth, wanting to argue, but no words come out. Instead, I feel the weight of his indifference crushing me. He turns away, guiding Catherine out of the lobby with a hand on her back, a touch that feels too intimate."Goodbye, Lillian!" Catherine calls over her shoulder, her voice saccharine sweet. It's a mockery, I realize, a quiet jab at the hurt I can't hide. My knees throb, scraped raw from earlier. I grit my teeth and force myself to keep going, by the ache in my body mirrors the hurt in my heart.I can't break down here, not i
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I Just Want His Sperm

Lillian's POVThe restaurant feels suddenly suffocating. The quiet clinking of dishes and low hum of voices fade as Catherine's words echo in my mind. She couldn't mean it... could she?"Aren't you going to guess?" Her voice is almost playful, teasing, as if this is some innocent game."It can't be...""Yes, Lillian. The man providing the sperm is Michael." Inside, disbelief and anger are crashing like waves. Just then, Michael strides back to the table, his brow raised as he glances between us. "What did I miss?" he asks."Michael, are you really planning on having a child with this woman?" He shifts awkwardly, glancing at Catherine, who's watching him with a triumphant expression."Yes, Lillian. I was going to talk to you about it, but I was afraid you'd misunderstand.""Misunderstand? How could I possibly misunderstand this?""Lillian, please," he says, trying to calm me."Catherine is a friend, and she wants to be a mother. I thought helping her would be... thoughtful. It's not
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The Woman with Whiskey Eyes

Chris's POVThe woman turns and I catch sight of her face—a little messy, with auburn hair falling in a loose bun that's somehow graceful. Her cheeks are soft and round, and her hazel eyes are lit with a warm, whiskey-like hue in the winter light.I realize I'm staring, feeling momentarily captivated, and I look away, scrubbing at the mud on my coat even thought I know it's pointless. “I’m so sorry,” she says, her voice soft . She fumbles in her bag, hands moving in a nervous.I glance at her hands, noticing her fingers tremble, and then I catch the way her eyes well up, a tear already slipping down her cheek. I'm thrown off. She looks so distressed—like this isn't just about a little mud.“Oh, hey, don’t—don’t cry.” I force a smile, trying for my usual charm. “Really, I’m not mad. Look, it’s just a coat. I should’ve seen you coming. If anything, I ought to beat myself up for standing there like a post.”She looks at me, surprised, with a faint blush spreading across her cheeks.“I
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7 Scandals!

Lillian's POVThat night, when I return to the hotel, my colleagues were gathered together drinking. They were chatting about the amusing things that happened while skiing during the day."Hi, Lillian. Come have a drink! How was your day?" one of my colleagues waved at me."I'm a bit tired. I'll head back to my room to rest," I said, forcing a smile.Then I just check the flight information, catch the earliest flight home.Two days later, I keep moving in and out of rooms, half-expecting him to call, to notice I left, to ask why.But I don't hear from him. No texts, no voicemails, nothing.It's on the third day that the front door finally creaks open and Michael walks in."Lillian, I'm glad you made it home safe." He holds a small shopping bag, the label from a familiar luxury brand. “Here," he says, chuckling lightly as he hands it to me. " A little apology. Figured you might appreciate something nice after all that...unpleasantness."I accept the bag, staring down at it as he keeps
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Sex is Sex, Love is Love.

Lillian's POVMichael takes a deep breath, trying to regain control. "Do you think a divorce will solve everything? Just toss away years of marriage because it got tough? You're being impulsive, Lillian.""This isn't a whim, or an impulsive decision. I'm tired, Michael. I'm done making excuses for you, done hoping things will change. Because, you don't want change, do you?""Do you really think I don't try? That I don't put in any effort?'"Effort would have been taking me to the hotel that night. I was cold, wet, humiliated, thrown out of your company. My knees were busted, every step had hurt, but you didn't care!""Lillian, I didn't know you were hurt-""I was right in front of you, were you too busy eyeing the pretty busty blond to notice the blood and scrapes on your wife!"Michael opens his mouth, but I cut him off. "Effort would have been defending me from Catherine's mockery. And don't you tell me she wasn't mocking me. She was, and you let her. "Michael's jaw tightens as he
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You'll End Up in a Mental Hospital!

Lillian's POVThe next day, Michael didn’t go to the office in the morning. Instead, he drives me to see a psychologist.I sit stiffly beside him, eyes on the window as the city blurs past. When the car finally pulls up outside the counseling center, my stomach tightens. I glance at Michael, who seems oddly calm.I wonder if he really believes this will fix anything. Or does he just want a witness to say this is all my fault?Inside, the counselor, a middle-aged woman with a warm smile, greets us. I force a polite nod. We’re escorted to the small office where she invites us to sit."So," she begins gently, "is there anything specific either of you would like to address today?"Before I can even process the question, Michael speaks up, launching into a version of events that makes my blood boil. "My wife has been unreasonable lately. She keeps coming up with these delusions that I am interested in the woman I work with. No matter how much I reassure her, she keeps pushing. A little j
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Finding Safety from a Man That's Not My Husband.

Lillian's POVI don’t know what he’s doing or what he wants, but I can feel the weight of his presence pressing on me, suffocating me. He raises something sharp, a fork, holding it close to my neck. I freeze, too scared to move as the cold metal presses against my skin, the prongs poised to strike.I can’t look at his face—my eyes are locked on the fork, tmy throat tight with fear. The onlookers on the street scatter like leaves in the wind, moving quickly out of the way, but no one dares step forward.I hear footsteps then, heavy and quick. Michael's voice cuts through the air, sharp with command. “You street rat scum!” he yells, his voice venomous “Let her go!”"Do you even know who I am? You have no Idea what you're doing, you fool."Michael’s insults only make it worse, and I can see the man’s lip curl as he presses the fork harder against my skin.I want to shout at him, to tell him to stop, to think for once. But I can’t.Pain surges in my neck—sharp, stinging. I gasp, feeling
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