Alex Wiggins left his home after his mother's death. He left friends and family and moved to a small part of the Kingdom, becoming son in law to the Prada's and living in their house. However they made his life hell but the time has come to take revenge on all who have made his life unbearable. The enigmatic prince is about to resume his rightful position.
Alex, here is the divorce agreement
prepared by Ms. Prada. All you need to do is sign."
"Divorce? What do you mean?"
In the president's office of the Prada Group, the secretary, Linda Hutch, placed a folder on the table. A man sat opposite her, dressed plainly.
Alex Wiggins was taken aback.
"Dont you understand what I'm saying? Your marriage with Ms. Prada is over.
You're not even on the same level anymore. Your existence is nothing but a smear on the
president's reputation!"
Linda pulled no punches as she spoke.
"A smear on her reputation?" Alex frowned. "ls that what she thinks of me? "Back when they first got married, the
Prada family was in ruinous debt. He was the one who helped them at their lowest point.
Now that they were rich, Sara Prada wanted to just kick him out.
"Something like that." Linda jerked her chin
toward the magazine on the table. A photo of a beautiful woman was printed on the front page. "Look at the headline on this magazine,
Alex. Ms. Prada's net worth has hit a billion in just three years, a feat
no short of a miracle. She's now the most desired woman in Denton ! With all this, she's destined for greatness. But you, you're just a
regular joe. You don't deserve her at all. I hope that you'll see some sense and do the right thing."
When Alex remained silent, Linda frowned.
"I know you're not happy with this, but this is reality" she continued. "You might have helped Ms. Prada when she was in trouble, but she has repaid you for everything
you've done for her over the last three years. In fact I dare say you owe her now.
"ls our marriage just a business deal to her, then?" Alex took a deep breath to stifle his emotions. "If she wants to divorce me, let her speak to me herself." "Ms. Prada is very busy. She doesn't need to trouble herself with such trivial issues." "Trivial issues?" Alex was stunned. Then he laughed bitterly. "Is that so? Is divorce a trivial issue to her? She can't even find the time to speak to me. Truly, she's that inaccessible now!"
"Alex, don't delay this any longer." Linda pushed the divorce agreement toward him again. "Just sign here and you'll get a car and
a penthouse as compensation. On top of that, you'll also get twenty million dollars. This is more than you'll be able to earn in your
lifetime!" "Twenty million dollars is a lot, but... I don't need it. I will sign the divorce papers if she comes herself. Otherwise, I won't sign anything"Alex said coldly. "Don't go too far, Alex!" Linda bumped her fists on the table. "Don't say l didn't warn you. With all her power and resources, Ms. Prada can divorce you easily. It's only because she appreciates her past with you that she's allowing you to keep your dignity. Don't provoke her!"
"My dignity?" Alex was a little amused by that. She didn't even want to speak to him directly to divorce him. What kind of dignity
was that? Moreover, if she really did
appreciate their relationship, then why was she threatening him now?
" don't think we have anything else to talk about, then." Unwilling to argue, Alex stood up and made
to leave. "Alex Wiggins! You-"
Just as Linda was about to lose her cool, a sumptuous woman in a long black dress walked in.
Her skin was as fair as snow, and her
features delicate. Her lofty aura and
curvaceous figure made her look like a goddess right out of a Raphael Santi painting.
"You're finally here." Alex felt complicated emotions when he
saw the beautiful woman. They had been married for three years, during which they treated each other with care and respect. But this was how it ended. He still didn't know what he had done wrong. "I'm sorry for being late, I was caught up with
something else."
Sara Prada sat down. Her expression was as impassive as ever. "You certainly are busy, if you need your secretary to help you deal with your divorce,"
Alex said.
Hearing this, Sara frowned slightly.
However, she did not explain herself. Instead she continued, I'm sorry I have to do this to you, so you can have the car and the house, plus twenty million dollars as alimony. How does that sound?"
At that, she placed a card on the table. "Do you really think our relationship can be measured by finance?" Alex asked. "Too little? That's alright. Let me know what
you want. Ill give you anything within my power" Sara said.
"I don't think you understood me. Let me rephrase my question. Are money and power that important to you?" Alex was truly surprised.
Sara went over to the windows and looked out over the city. There was determination in her eyes when she said, "To me, yes, they're very important." "You've earned enough to feed yourself for the rest of your life. Why do this?" "Alex, that's where our philosophies diverge. You'll never understand what I
really want." Sara shook her head in
disappointment. They weren't just incompatible in status and power; they were also incompatible in their
principles. Most importantly, she did not see any hope for the future in him. "You're right. How would I know what you're thinking?" Alex laughed bitterly. "All I know is to cook for you when you're hungry,
prepare your coat when it's cold out, and carry you to the hospital when you're sick." "There's no point in going into this now." Sara's expression held complicated emotions, but it was soon covered up by determination. "You're right." Dustin nodded without any emotion. "I heard that you've been close with
the heir of the Potter family. Is it because of him" Sara was about to deny it when she gave it a thought...
"You can say that." "Okay. I hope you're happy with him." Alex smiled and signed the divorce agreement
without further hesitation. All he felt now was disappointment. Ironically, today was also their anniversary. There was cruel humor in divorcing him on the day they had gotten married. "I don't want the money, I just want that crystal necklace back. My mother left it to me before she died so that I can give it to my
wife"
"Okay" Sara nodded and gave him the crystal necklace. "From today onward, we will have nothing to
do with each other!"
Dustin put on the necklace and left. He had no more gentleness in his expression; all that was left was distant aloofness "Did I do the right thing, Linda?" Sara asked hesitantly. Even though she was the one who asked for the divorce, she didn't feel happy at all when
it was finalized.
"Of course you did!" Linda nodded. "You have the right to pursue happiness. Alex does not deserve you at all. He'll only bring you
down with him. You're destined to be the most powerful woman in Denton!" Sara did not answer her. As she watched Alex leave, she felt as if she had lost something.
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