Turning Heads After Divorce

Turning Heads After Divorce

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After seven years of marriage, Marisol Speight's husband, Lucian Muller, is unpredictable and treats her with cold indifference as if she's nothing. She once believed that after marrying Lucian, she would one day win his heart and live a happy, fulfilling life. However, on a snowy anniversary that only she remembers, she finally realizes that Lucian and his family are happy enough without her. She'll never be anything more than an outsider who can't blend in. He hates her for making him break his promise to marry his childhood friend; their son mocks her for falling short in every way when compared to said childhood friend… Marisol is doubly betrayed by her husband and son. They're as intimate with another woman as they never were with her. She laughs self-deprecatingly at the mess that is her life. Then, she loses hope in them and asks for a divorce. She gives up custody of her son and leaves, later becoming a globally renowned fashion designer and genius painter—her work isn't accessible to just about anyone. Unexpectedly, her husband and son refuse to let her go despite her already giving up on them. Her son cries, "You're my mom! You can't hold other children!" Her husband, who has always been cold and indifferent, turns clingy and refuses to agree to the divorce. "You're the one who chose me, so you have to bear the responsibility for life! You want a divorce? Dream on!"

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Chapter 1

It was January 15th in Everton. A bitter winter night brought heavy snowflakes that blanketed the ground, only to be trampled into a muddy slush by pedestrians and vehicles.A blue Audi sat parked by the roadside. Bundled in a snow-white down coat and clutching a fresh bouquet of roses from the florist, Marisol Speight walked toward her car while dialing Lucian Muller's number.Today marked their eighth wedding anniversary. She'd finished work early, hoping to surprise her husband with a romantic candlelit dinner to celebrate surviving the seven-year itch and stepping into their eighth year of marriage.The first call went unanswered. After two more attempts, a cold voice finally answered. "What do you want?"Marisol's smile faltered, but she pressed on. "We agreed to have dinner outside tonight. The reservation is at—""Working. Busy."The line went dead before she could reply. Marisol stood frozen in the biting wind as she clutched her phone. The cold seeped into her bones, mir...

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30 Chapters
Chapter 1
It was January 15th in Everton. A bitter winter night brought heavy snowflakes that blanketed the ground, only to be trampled into a muddy slush by pedestrians and vehicles.A blue Audi sat parked by the roadside. Bundled in a snow-white down coat and clutching a fresh bouquet of roses from the florist, Marisol Speight walked toward her car while dialing Lucian Muller's number.Today marked their eighth wedding anniversary. She'd finished work early, hoping to surprise her husband with a romantic candlelit dinner to celebrate surviving the seven-year itch and stepping into their eighth year of marriage.The first call went unanswered. After two more attempts, a cold voice finally answered. "What do you want?"Marisol's smile faltered, but she pressed on. "We agreed to have dinner outside tonight. The reservation is at—""Working. Busy."The line went dead before she could reply. Marisol stood frozen in the biting wind as she clutched her phone. The cold seeped into her bones, mir
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Chapter 2
The car pulled into the gated community and stopped in front of a three-story villa with a private garden.Marisol handed the keys to the housekeeper and strode inside. The rush of warm air enveloped her and melted away the chill. Ignoring the staff, she headed straight upstairs to pack.The thought of Lucian reconnecting with Nevaeh behind her back—even involving their son—made her stomach churn with nausea. She couldn't stand another minute in this house.She didn't take much: just undergarments, a few winter outfits, and the expensive jewelry she often wore. She stuffed them all into a large suitcase. When she reached the nightstand, her fingers brushed against a secondary card tucked inside.It was linked to Lucian's account.Lucian had treated their marriage as a forced arrangement by his parents from the beginning. He had been keeping her at arm's length. He never gave her an allowance—their son had his own card, but Marisol only ever had this one.Back when she was still b
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Chapter 3
Early in the morning, Marisol woke to the shrill alarm of her phone. Her head was pounding dully. She'd probably caught a cold from standing out in the snow last night.Rubbing her throbbing temples, she pulled clothes from her suitcase when a red object accidentally tumbled out. It rolled several times across the floor before coming to a stop.It was a fist-sized robot wearing a red top hat.The pudgy iron robot looked crude and cheap. Its dull gray body contrasted sharply with the bright red hat. This had been her wedding gift, if it could even be called that.When she and Lucian married, they'd simply registered their marriage. There was no ceremony, no celebration with friends, no public announcement beyond a sterile corporate notice about the young chairman's marriage.Her identity as his wife remained unacknowledged. Only Lucian's inner circle even knew she existed.That night after getting their marriage certificate, she'd asked if he'd ever loved her. Lucian's eyes burned
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Chapter 4
That evening, at a quiet bar called "Firefly", two beautiful women sat together in a booth bathed in dim blue lighting. The one with a chic pixie cut was just radiating fury."What the hell is Lucian Muller thinking? This is a slap in your face!"Alinta Gardner practically shoved her phone at Marisol. The screen displayed those news headlines from earlier."Everyone knows Nevaeh and Lucian's history—childhood sweethearts, practically betrothed since they were kids! And now, he makes her CEO while still married to you?"It's not just at Muller Group, but at the new tech subsidiary he personally backs too! He's spitting on you! He's making you a laughingstock!"Her anger grew with every word.Marisol looked down and smiled faintly. "Since when has this been new? Let them laugh at me."From the moment she fell for Lucian and married him, she became the joke of their social circle. Countless "friends" had sneered behind her back, mocking how a so-called talentless gold-digger had so
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Chapter 5
Marisol refused to make a scene over this trash in public. Since she had secured photos, she pulled Alinta toward their parked car across the street. But they barely stepped out of the bar before being blocked.A stern-faced young man in a sharply tailored black suit stood before them—tall, broad-shouldered, and utterly immovable. Marisol recognized him instantly.He was Zayne Burnett, Lucian's personal assistant. Raised by Muller Group since childhood, Zayne had been selected in high school to serve directly under Lucian. The man was fanatically loyal and Lucian's most trusted weapon.He showed no courtesy to anyone, followed only Lucian's orders, and was as cold as they came.Marisol had always disliked him.His approach now, combined with Lucian's earlier expression, promised nothing good. Her grip tightened around her phone."Mrs. Muller." Zayne extended his hand with zero expression and said in a flat voice, "Your phone, please."Marisol didn't respond, but she also made no
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Chapter 6
Back in the car, Alinta was still fuming. Seeing Marisol silently focused on her phone, she assumed her friend was upset and immediately threw her arms around her in a tight hug."Mari… It's okay. Things will get better."Marisol was both touched and amused by the sudden embrace—until a sharp pain shot through her shoulder blades, forcing a small whimper from her lips."What's wrong? What happened?" Alinta pulled back in alarm.She hadn't seen Marisol cry since her marriage, so the sound instantly worried her.Marisol winced. "Nothing, just... my shoulder hurts."Alinta froze, then, she suddenly remembered how Zayne had blocked Marisol earlier. His arm had pressed hard against her shoulder blades.The car was warm, so Alinta tugged down Marisol's collar without hesitation. Her eyes reddened the moment she saw the skin beneath. A dark bruise had already formed over Marisol's shoulder blade.Zayne was trained, so his strength was far beyond average. Though Marisol was not a weakl
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Chapter 7
Andre's eyes lit up the moment he heard Nevaeh's voice."Nevaeh! Nevaeh!" he shouted excitedly, then huffed in annoyance."Dad, you liar! You promised me but didn't keep your word! I'm not talking to you anymore! Nevaeh, Dad lied to me!"By the end, he was practically tattling to Nevaeh.On the other end, Nevaeh took the phone and gently soothed Andre. She playfully scolded Lucian a little before promising to take Andre out on the weekend and play games with him. Only then did Andre finally cheer up.Nevaeh always knew how to handle him. In the past, whenever Lucian scolded him or upset him, going to Marisol never helped. His dad never listened to her anyway.After a while, Andre reluctantly hung up. But as soon as the call ended, he suddenly remembered what Lucian had just said—his mom was supposedly back from her business trip.Did that mean she was coming home tonight?No way! If she came back, she'd start nagging him again and restricting his gaming time. That woman was ann
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Chapter 8
Back at Moira Studio, Marisol moved to another room and switched on the lights.There, displayed on a mannequin, was a deep purple men's evening suit embroidered with Baroque-style needlework—a private commission for an elite client.The client remained shrouded in mystery. Despite the custom order, Marisol had never met them in person.They'd only sent an agent with precise body measurements, which suggested an exceptionally well-proportioned physique, along with detailed style preferences.Had it not been for a trusted friend's personal recommendation, Marisol would have hesitated to accept the commission initially. But the offer proved impossible to refuse.The client paid a one-million-dollar deposit alone—making this her most significant commission to date. It was a breakthrough for her career.The suit needed only final touches and quality checks before delivery in a few days. Marisol planned to dedicate the coming days exclusively to perfecting every detail.Hence, she st
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Chapter 9
Marisol and Alinta finished their meal, chatted for a while, and then left. As they exited, muffled laughter still drifted from the private room across the hall—Andre's childish giggles being the most distinct of all.Alinta shot a cautious glance at Marisol. Only when she saw that her friend's expression remained unreadable did she relax slightly—though her worry didn't lessen one bit.This wasn't just a failing marriage. She'd witnessed firsthand how clingy Marisol's own son was with Nevaeh when the group arrived earlier. They were disgustingly affectionate.It was no wonder Marisol had given up custody so readily when discussing the divorce.Alinta hadn't pressed at the time, but she'd had her suspicions. For the first few years of Marisol's marriage, she'd often brought Andre along for visits—they'd even talked about Alinta becoming his godmother.Then, over the past year or so, Marisol suddenly stopped bringing him along.Whenever asked, she would claim he was busy with stud
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Chapter 10
Mari? Technically, that was Marisol's nickname.Nevaeh and Lucian were the same age, while Marisol was a year younger. Back in university, Lucian had also been her senior by a year.But since when were she and Nevaeh on such familiar terms? Marisol ignored Nevaeh's outstretched hand. She had nothing to say to any of them."I'm still working. Go ahead and enjoy your day."Her tone was cool, and the rejection was unmistakable. Nevertheless, Nevaeh showed no embarrassment, nor did she withdraw her hand.Instead, she smoothly redirected it, ruffling Andre's hair right in front of Marisol. "It's been years since we last met."Andy mentioned you make excellent spicy dishes—I happen to love spicy food too. I've been meaning to visit."She then turned to Lucian with a tender smile. "Lucian already agreed. Since we're all free tonight, why don't we head back together after you finish up here?"Back? Back where? Since when did she get to make decisions?Marisol wasn't dead yet!Just as
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