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The Billionaire's Unwanted Ex-Wife
The Billionaire's Unwanted Ex-Wife
Author: Samuel Bethel

Chapter 1

last update Huling Na-update: 2025-01-29 03:26:54

Evelyn's pov

Our marriage was convenient but he reminded me of that everyday till it became my personal mantra.

All my life, I had dreamed of a fairytale wedding — a Taylor Charming who loved me, a life where I felt loved. But life isn't a fairytale, and happy endings? They're not real. If they were, I wouldn't be running from my own family.

My breath misted in front of me as I sprinted past the water fountain. The summer air in New York shouldn't be this cold, but chills ran down my spine. Each step felt like a countdown. My mind screamed at me that I was making a mistake but I couldn't stay here for another second. Not with them. Not after what they had done.

“Evelyn, don't you dare walk away from me!” Micheal yelled behind me but I didn't stop. I couldn't. If I turned around, I would lose whatever pride I had left.

“No!” I shouted without looking back.

I reached the estate’s gate where two security guards stationed there shifted uncomfortably. me down.

“Open it.” I clenched my fists at my side.

The guards hesitated for a second before they opened the gate. The second it creaked open, I bolted. Not caring about what danger laid ahead of me outside. It couldn't be worse than the one I had faced back in that mansion.

But one thing was certain, I would never return.

How did this all start?

Well, it began at dinner at the family dinner.

The dining room sparkled with a wealth that'll take me years to make. The hall was brightly lit with a golden chandelier even the long, oak table was graciously polished. Plates and glasses clinked; echoing in the grand dining room; and laughter tore through the air – laughter that was meant for me.

“You're awfully quiet, Evelyn.” Elizabeth had asked.

I looked up from my plate and forced a smile. “I'm just enjoying the meal, mom.”

“Well, at least you're good for that. Eating,” her red lips curved into a smile. “Though I suppose it's hard for a lazy woman like you to do anything when the chefs do all the work.”

Laughter rippled through the table and my cheeks turned red with embarrassment.

‘You’re used to this, Evelyn. Their insults are nothing.’ I tell myself.

There was no point in fighting back. It'll only make things worse.

“Look at her, she's so useless.” Elizabeth said before sharing a laugh with the room.

“That's enough, mother.” Micheal said, his tone, flat and detached as if those words meant nothing to him.

During the time he spoke, his eyes were on Cassie, his childhood sweetheart, who sat next to him. He leaned in and whispered something behind her ear and her bright red lips grew into a smile.

My chest tightened and I reached for a glass of water.

I felt invisible. I always went around them.

I thought I could handle this. I thought I could handle being a Sullivan but I was so dead wrong.

The street was darker than I had expected, the light flickering from the street lamps did nothing to comfort me either. It was like I was walking wide-eyed into the valley of the shadow of death. My dress was torn at the slit and the cold air was cruel against my legs.

“Where do I go?” I whispered to myself.

Suddenly, a loud honk broke through my thoughts.

I whipped around and found bright headlights heading my way.

“No.”

Before I could react, the screech of tires filled the air.

Pain shot through my body as it hit the cold pavement and then, everything went dark.

When I opened my eyes, the thick smell of antiseptic filled my nostrils. I scanned the unfamiliar room. The walls were stark white.

How did I get here?

I tried to sit up but a sharp pain shot through my spine and I leaned back in the bed. My body ached in all places I didn't know existed but nothing felt broken.

“You're awake.” said a calm, female voice.

I turned my head to see a nurse – short, with an oval face and kind green eyes.

I squinted at her name tag. Her name was Hannah Truman.

“It's nice to see that you're alive.” She smiled as she inched towards my bed. I didn't know this woman but she had the kind of smile that made you feel safe.

“Yeah. I guess.” I replied, looking back at the ceiling.

Nurse Hannah grabbed the chair at the edge of the bed. “What happened?”

“Nothing.” I replied, not looking at her.

“Evelyn.” Hannah called in a motherly tone that forced me to look at her.

“Yes?”

“What happened to you? And you better not say you were drunk. What is a beautiful young lady like you doing outside by Midnight?”

“I got lost on my way to a party.” I lied.

“And you didn't think to call your husband?” She asked.

“Husband?” I was stunned. Then it hit me — the wedding ring on my finger – my prison and second hell.

Hannah leaned closer. “Evelyn, is everything alright at home?”

I was offended by her question. “This isn't an interrogation room, Nurse Hannah! You don't know me. You don't know my life!”

“I know I don't buy Evelyn,” she took my hand and gave it a light squeeze. “I've seen too many women come in here with scars they didn't have to carry. And I can see in your eyes that you're hurting.”

I pulled my hand away. “Stay away from my business. I don't need advice from a stranger.”

Nurse Hannah sighed and rose to her feet. “I understand but dear, don't run back to whatever it is you're running from. It's not worth your life.”

“Go away.” I yelled.

Nurse Hannah whipped out a white business card. “Please, if you need anything, feel free to contact me.”

“I won't.”

She placed the card in my hand and gave me one last look and walked away.

As soon as she was gone, I picked up the paper and squeezed it.

I laid back in bed, the images from tonight's dinner flickered through my mind and I winced. I was humiliated and laughed at. I was never happy with Sullivan's. Maybe, Nurse Hannah was right. Going back there was not a risk worth taking, was it?

“Mrs Sullivan?” I heard a knock followed by an apologetic smile. From the blue scrubs and white coat, I could tell he was a doctor.

“Hello, Mrs Sullivan,” the doctor said, walking towards my bed with a clipboard. “We ran some tests while you were unconscious. Everything looks good but...”

I noticed the doctor shift uncomfortably and sat up. “Is something wrong, doc?”

“You're pregnant.” He said.

“Pregnant?” I repeated.

“Yes.”

Tears pricked my eyes. “I'm pregnant?”

“Yes, ma'am,” The doctor smiled. “Congratulations.”

I welcomed the congratulations with all my heart. Now, Micheal would love me back.

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  • The Billionaire's Unwanted Ex-Wife   chapter 2

    Evelyn's pov “You're pregnant.”The second the doctor said those words, a wave of joy washed over me. My hand drifted to my stomach. “I'm pregnant?” “Yes, you are.” He beamed.The thought of life growing inside me filled with hope. I broke into a laugh and leaned back in the reclining bed. Finally, I would be happy. Why?Micheal always wanted an heir. This baby was our answer – our fresh start. He or she was our chance to fix what was broken between us.“I have to head home. I have to tell my husband the good news.” I said, rising from the bed.“Oh no. You need bed rest for at least another 24 hours, Mrs. Sullivan. You are still hurt.” The doctor said with a worried look etched on his face.“No.” Ignoring the protests of both the doctor and my aching limbs, I checked out of the hospital and hailed a cab.My heart raced in my chest when I reached home. I made way for the mansion ahe

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  • The Billionaire's Unwanted Ex-Wife   Chapter 3

    Micheal's povBy the time I woke up, the house was unusually quiet. Something was off. I could feel it. “Evelyn?” I called out as I climbed down the staircase. No response. Maybe, she was in her room. I turned back and entered the hallway that led to her room. “Evelyn?” I called out again. There was no response.Was she sleeping in? But it's 7am and the Evelyn I know wakes up before the crack of dawn to prepare breakfast. Was she taking a longer time to get up? Or was she dead? She did look beat up last night.“Evelyn?” I knocked on the door. When there was no response, I lost my patience. “That's it! I'm coming in whether you like it or not!” I pushed the door open and was taken aback. The room was empty. The bed was stripped bare, her wardrobe doors were left ajar, revealing only empty hangers. Her shoe rack was empty even though the vanity was bare. Not a single Evelyn was in this room. It was

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  • The Billionaire's Unwanted Ex-Wife   Chapter 4

    Evelyn's povThe fountain pen trembled in my hand as I scribbled my signature at the bottom of the divorce paper. I dropped the one next to the paper and stared at the black ink drying on the white paper. This was it. This was me severing whatever ties I had with Micheal Sullivan. As I stared at it, I wondered if I was making the right decision. I lifted my hands towards the paper to pick it up but stopped myself midway.‘Don't give up hope, Evelyn. This is you finding freedom.’ I told myself. I folded the paper neatly and placed them on his desk along with my wedding ring. This happily ever after wasn't mine. I pushed back my chair and stepped away from the desk. Then, I turned to the door with my suitcase in hand. I whipped around, my eyes flicking back to the papers, doubt creeping in. “Was I doing the right thing?” I repeated. Suddenly, images of Chloe and Micheal together in bed flickered in my head and fingers tightened around the suitcase handle. Yes, I was doing the rig

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  • The Billionaire's Unwanted Ex-Wife   Chapter 5

    Sarah pov I pulled into the driveway, the tires of the car crunching against the gravel as I made my way to the parking lot. My hands were clenched tight around the steering wheel, fingers gripping it like I could strangle the truth out of it. I was shaking, not with fear, but with something else – a slow burn that felt too much like satisfaction.The horn blasted once, loud and sharp, echoing into the night. I didn't care. The security guard would come when he was ready. I pressed my foot down, more forceful now, my eyes burning with the anger and satisfaction that had bubbled up since I'd walked out of Evelyn. Her smugness, her little lies, it was all so... transparent. I had been waiting for the right moment to show her what it felt like to be caught in the act.When the gate finally creaked open, I slid past it quickly, pulling into the parking spot nearest the door. I sat there for a moment, breathing heavily, my phone buzzing insistently in my lap. The screen flashed with mess

    Huling Na-update : 2025-02-14
  • The Billionaire's Unwanted Ex-Wife   Chapter 6

    Michael's POVI stormed back into the house, my mind racing, and heart pounding. Every inch of me felt like a kettle ready to explode. I had trusted Evelyn, loved her, and now… now this. My hands were trembling with a mixture of anger and disbelief. Sarah's words echoed in my mind like a hammer on metal, each one hammering harder than the last.I walked straight into the living room, my eyes searching for Sarah. She was sitting on the couch, looking nonchalant, as if she hadn’t just dropped a bomb on my entire life. Her eyes met mine for a moment, cold and calculating."Where did you see her, Sarah?" I growled, not bothering to soften my tone. There was no more room for pleasantries. The truth had been laid out, and now I needed answers. "Tell me where. Now."Her lips curled into a half-smile, the satisfaction on her face unmistakable. She didn’t respond immediately. Instead, she leaned back, crossing her legs, and let the silence stretch between us, making me wait.“You know, I don’t

    Huling Na-update : 2025-02-14
  • The Billionaire's Unwanted Ex-Wife   Chapter 7

    Evelyn povThe air in the room felt suffocating as Lucas watched me, his eyes darting nervously between me and the door. My heart pounded relentlessly against my ribs, and despite his calm words, every inch of me trembled. I could hear my breath, shallow and erratic, but his piercing gaze seemed to demand something I wasn’t ready to give."You can’t just keep hiding in here, Evelyn," Lucas said, his voice softer than usual, but no less firm. "You need to eat. It's not good for you to stay locked up like this."I shook my head, instinctively pulling the blanket tighter around me as if it could shield me from the world outside. But I knew it couldn’t protect me from what was coming."I’m not hungry," I muttered, my voice barely audible, betraying the lie.Lucas didn’t move immediately. His gaze held mine, searching for some glimmer of the person I used to be. Maybe he thought if he just tried hard enough, he could find it again. But the truth was that part of me had already died."You'r

    Huling Na-update : 2025-02-15
  • The Billionaire's Unwanted Ex-Wife   Chapter 8

    Michael slammed his hand on the desk, his knuckles white as he resisted the urge to throw the damn papers across the room. His eyes were burning, but not from the endless work Cassie had dropped on his desk. No, it was the storm inside him, the guilt, the anger, the confusion. He couldn’t stop thinking about the one person who mattered—the woman he had left behind.Cassie’s heels clicked on the polished floor as she stepped closer, holding the file in her hands. He didn’t look at her. Not even once. He could feel her presence, though. It lingered, thick and suffocating, like perfume that wasn’t just lingering—it was clinging.“I can’t believe you’re still ignoring me, Michael,” she said, her voice smooth and sultry, but there was an edge to it. He could hear the frustration, the possessiveness, the challenge. “I thought we had something real. Don’t you miss me?”His jaw clenched, and he exhaled sharply. He didn’t even want to dignify that with a response. He wanted to scream, to tell

    Huling Na-update : 2025-02-15
  • The Billionaire's Unwanted Ex-Wife   Chapter 9

    Lucas’s POVThe air in the room crackled with tension, a thick, electric atmosphere that demanded a decisive action. My fingers gripped the stack of papers on my desk, their sharp edges digging into my skin, a fitting reminder of the treacherous path I was on. “Drop the file, Hannah,” I commanded, my voice steady but firm, imbued with a finality that left no room for argument.Hannah hesitated, a flicker of defiance in her eyes. I recognized that look—it was the one she wore whenever I delivered news she preferred to ignore. Her gaze darted between the file in her hands and my unyielding demeanor, her expression tightening as if bracing for impact. The weight of our family business loomed over us, heavier than usual, yet this conflict was about more than just business; it was personal.I had reached my limit. I couldn’t pretend any longer, especially not with Evelyn in the picture. She wasn’t family—not yet, and maybe she never would be. The more I pushed Hannah to understand this cri

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  • The Billionaire's Unwanted Ex-Wife   Chapter 29

    Cassie’s POVI was still tied up. The ropes dug into my skin, biting painfully into my wrists. Every shift, every small movement, made the pressure worse, and the dull ache in my arms was constant—gnawing, relentless. I tried to scream, but the gag in my mouth made it impossible to produce more than muffled, frantic sounds. The tightness in my chest only grew with each desperate attempt.I flexed my fingers, trying to ignore the cold burn creeping up my arms. My legs were tied too, but not as tightly. I could still move them slightly, still feel some sense of control over them. So, I tried to use my feet to move the small piece of wood that lay just out of reach. My toes strained against the floor, dragging it toward me inch by inch. My heart raced with hope. If I could just get a hold of it, I could use it to break the ropes or maybe…The sound of footsteps outside the door snapped me out of my focus. My heart skipped a beat, panic setting in. Was someone coming? My breath caught in

  • The Billionaire's Unwanted Ex-Wife   Chapter 28

    Evelyn's POVThe look on Hannah's face was hard to miss. I stood there, frozen in the doorway, eyeing both of them carefully. The tension in the room was so thick I could feel it pressing down on my chest, suffocating me. My mind raced, trying to piece together what had just happened, what was happening.Lucas looked like he’d just seen a ghost, and Hannah? Her eyes were swollen from crying. I swallowed hard, the knot in my throat growing tighter by the second."What’s going on here, Lucas?" I asked, my voice steady, but my mind was all over the place. I needed answers, and I needed them now.Hannah’s gaze flicked toward me, but she didn’t say anything. It wasn’t the first time I’d walked into an uncomfortable situation, but this one? This one felt different. It felt like I had stepped into something far deeper than I was prepared for.Lucas finally broke the silence, his hand still on the doorframe, looking like he wanted to say something, but the words weren’t coming easily.“You’re

  • The Billionaire's Unwanted Ex-Wife   Chapter 27

    Lucas's POVAfter hanging up the phone with Evelyn, the silence in the room felt like it was choking me. My fingers instinctively reached for the pack of cigarettes on the kitchen counter, but I paused before I even touched them. The weight of the call still hung in the air like a thick fog, and I couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling that was slowly gnawing at me. Something wasn’t right, and the knowledge that Evelyn was going to chase down whatever secret I had kept from her felt like a burden I was barely able to carry.Hannah was sitting by the kitchen table, her body hunched over, her hands trembling slightly as they rested on her lap. She was always so strong, so composed, but now? She looked lost, fragile. Her tears ran freely down her face, a sight I never imagined seeing. The guilt surged in my chest, sharp and bitter. She had trusted me, and here I was, about to drag her into a mess I had created. The weight of my actions was suffocating.I walked over to her slowly, each step m

  • The Billionaire's Unwanted Ex-Wife   Chapter 26

    Evelyn's POVI was perched on the old blue ladder chair in the corner of the room, my gaze unfocused as my fingers absentmindedly traced the worn edge of the chair’s armrest. The sharp chime of my phone cut through the silence, pulling my attention away from the haze of my thoughts. It was a message from Hannah—Aunty Hannah, to be exact. I wasn't in the mood for her endless advice, so I let the phone rest on the chair, nudging it aside with the tips of my fingers.My eyes drifted to the wall calendar hanging just above the desk. The dates were marked in red—each one a glaring stain against the otherwise dull pages. A sense of unease settled in my chest. The marks weren’t just random—there was purpose in them, something deliberate. But what did they mean? Why did they stand out so clearly? I couldn’t remember marking those dates myself.Just as I was about to lean in for a closer inspection, Sarah’s voice sliced through the quiet room, sharp and impatient.“What are you staring at, Eve

  • The Billionaire's Unwanted Ex-Wife   Chapter 25

    Hannah's povI stumbled backward, my head spinning, my entire body trembling. The room felt suffocating. The tension thickened, cloying at my throat. My heart was pounding so loudly in my ears that I could barely hear myself think. I had to get out of here, had to talk to someone—Evelyn would know what to do, she’d understand.My feet were already moving before my mind could process anything else. I turned quickly, eyes darting to the stairs as I bolted for them, but the sound of my brother’s voice stopped me cold.“Hannah, don’t do it.”I didn’t even look back. My hand was already reaching for the doorknob, the cold metal a promise of escape. But then, Lucas’ hand grabbed my wrist with an unexpected force, pulling me away from the door. I gasped, trying to yank myself free, but his grip tightened.“Let go of me!” I snarled, pulling harder, my skin burning where he touched me. His voice was low, a dangerous growl that made my pulse race.“Don’t you dare call Evelyn,” Lucas warned, his

  • The Billionaire's Unwanted Ex-Wife   Chapter 24

    Hannah pov I stepped into my brother’s apartment, the soft, melodic hum of a woman’s voice drifting through the air like a whisper. My brow furrowed instantly. This wasn’t right. Lucas wasn’t the type to bring random women over, especially not for something as... casual as this. I paused for a second, listening, the melody growing louder and more frantic.Who is humming like that? I asked myself, stepping into the dim light of the apartment. My steps were slow, deliberate, each one tinged with suspicion. The voice was like an unsettling echo in my mind, making my skin prickle.Something felt off.I quickly moved toward the stairs, the soft humming still filtering through the air, carrying with it a sense of urgency—like something was wrong. Why would someone be singing, trapped like that? Was someone hurt? My instincts kicked in, telling me to hurry.I climbed the stairs fast, taking them two at a time, my heart pounding in my chest. I couldn’t stop thinking about what I might find a

  • The Billionaire's Unwanted Ex-Wife   Chapter 23

    Lucas' POV"Shut the hell up, Cassie, you talk too much," I growled, irritation rising in my chest.She huffed, rolling her eyes as if I’d just told her something completely ridiculous. "No, I don't. You ask so many questions, so what do you expect me to do? Keep shut? Oh, come on," she shot back, the words tumbling out of her mouth like a river that wouldn't stop.It was maddening. She had such a wide mouth—always talking, always going on about the same damn thing. I had been kind enough to let her stay under my roof, but now, her constant chatter was suffocating me. She kept repeating herself, always going back to this ridiculous idea that Evelyn was trying to steal Michael from her. The same words, the same damn rant. Over and over again. It was absurd, honestly.Her eyes flashed with the kind of intensity that made me want to roll my eyes, but I couldn't tear my gaze away. "You really think Evelyn is trying to steal Michael?" I said it sarcastically, barely able to hide my disd

  • The Billionaire's Unwanted Ex-Wife   Chapter 22

    Michael’s POVI could barely think straight. The sound of the reporters' questions assaulted my senses, each one feeling like an accusation, a finger pointed directly at me. “Mr. Michael, can you give a brief explanation of why you were last seen with Cassie, your secretary, before she went missing?” one reporter asked, their voice too sharp, too insistent. I froze, unable to respond, my mind reeling.What the hell were they even doing here? How did they get in?Before I could process, another reporter’s voice interrupted, “No, let him answer mine first—sorry, Mr. Michael, but I would—”It was like a wall of sound, all those cameras flashing, those questions being thrown at me as if they were already convinced of something that wasn’t true. I couldn’t breathe.Then, as if fate itself was conspiring to make things worse, I heard the sound of high heels clicking on the pavement. My mom emerged from the building, her expression a perfect storm of fury and frustration. She didn’t even loo

  • The Billionaire's Unwanted Ex-Wife   Chapter 21

    Evelyn povI stared at Elizabeth, still standing in the doorway, her cold, steely expression unwavering. The shattered cake on the floor was a mess, but at this point, it didn’t even matter. What mattered was what had just happened, and I was going to make sure I got some kind of answer."Why did you even break the cake?" I asked again, my voice sharper now, disbelief creeping in. "What the hell is your problem?"Her lips tightened, her gaze flicking between Michael and me before she spoke, her voice colder than the air in the room. "It’s not about the cake, Evelyn," she snapped. "You’re both too caught up in this little anniversary to see what’s actually happening."Confusion washed over me, and I looked to Michael, who had been standing quietly beside me, his eyes narrowed at his mother. "What do you mean, Mom?" he asked, his voice steady but laced with tension. "What’s going on?"Elizabeth inhaled sharply, as if trying to control her anger. "Cassie’s gone, Michael. She’s been kidna

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