Divorcing My Billionaire Husband

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of this day to come, picturing it in my mind thousands of times. It felt incredible to finally see it t

We were inseparable, two halves of a whole. I paid his school fees with my own and sacrificed a lot to e

occo Smith, one of the richest billion

ment, I took a deep breath to calm my jittery nerves. I had been waiting for this moment for so long

he walked behind me with a smile on her face and it was obvious she was genuinely h

ith delicate lace sashes tied in pristine bows. The guests, dressed in their finest attire, were s

be spouse. The aisle stretched before me and each step I

ze locked with his. He looked dashing in

e and commitment spilled effortlessly from our lips. We sealed our love with a passionate kiss a

saying he would be right back. I watched him walk away, proud to

my wedding day. It should be a gift. Curiosity got the better of me as I eagerly opened the envelope and brought out the gift. To my surprise

lways tell me that my boyfriend was no match for me. She claimed he could

friend. I had to confront her, to understand what had driven her to betray me in such a way. As I made my wa

idor at a back coney as I pushed open the doo

orkers. What then is he doing in this lonely back coney with my best friend? Their actions depicted a betrayal that cut me to the

e betrayal before my eyes, I could feel hot tears streamin

e my best friend? You broke my tr

h the weight of my troubled thoughts. In the place where I sat, my eyes shifted to a

beautiful?" A voice said as I turned and lo

ordered for and was walking towards m

oin you?"

company. Especially this momen

th a smile as we sat

d freely as we conversed. Despite

d myself giving him a lap dance while his hands moved carelessly around my body

bed in a room, not just a room but a hotel room and I was fully naked, covered with the duvet. My gaze qu

heard hi

different styles and I loved

es and see me as a whor