My Ex-husband Went to Jail After we Divorced

My Ex-husband Went to Jail After we Divorced

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Nicolas Shaw became the chairman of a publicly listed company. On that very day, he proposed a divorce. In an interview, Nicolas credited all his current achievements to the unwavering support of his beloved, who stood by him all the time. However, his beloved wasn't me but his colleague, Gillian Ford. She was suffering from a terminal illness. To treat Gillian, Nicolas spared no expense to hire a reclusive surgeon to lead the procedure. But he didn't realize that the medical genius he desperately sought was me. He thought he had secured the support of the Ford Pharmaceutical Group, but a month later, I appeared on stage as a special consultant for the Ford Pharmaceutical Group to be interviewed. A reporter asked me, "Dr. Sini, it's said that you've been out of the medical field for years. May I ask what prompted your return to the medical team?" I glanced at Nicolas, who looked utterly shocked. I replied, "My husband paid a lot of money for me to perform surgery on his lover."

Chapter 1

Nicolas Shaw became the chairman of a publicly listed company. On that very day, he proposed a divorce.

In an interview, Nicolas credited all his current achievements to the unwavering support of his beloved, who stood by him all the time.

However, his beloved wasn't me but his colleague, Gillian Ford. She was suffering from a terminal illness.

To treat Gillian, Nicolas spared no expense to hire a reclusive surgeon to lead the procedure. But he didn't realize that the medical genius he desperately sought was me.

He thought he had secured the support of the Ford Pharmaceutical Group, but a month later, I appeared on stage as a special consultant for the Ford Pharmaceutical Group to be interviewed.

A reporter asked me, "Dr. Sini, it's said that you've been out of the medical field for years. May I ask what prompted your return to the medical team?"

I glanced at Nicolas, who looked utterly shocked.

I replied, "My husband paid a lot of money for me to perform surgery on his lover."

**

"Lorna, Nicolas openly displayed affection with his mistress during a live-streamed interview," Julie Ward, my friend, said angrily on the phone.

On TV, Nicolas was wearing the suit I meticulously picked for him. He was accepting an interview in the studio.

The host asked admiringly, "Mr. Shaw, what are you most proud of as the youngest chairman in the medical industry?"

Nicolas's smile broadened. "I am most proud of my lover. Though she battles a terminal illness, her strength is unwavering, and she has never left me. It's her support and companionship that have brought me to where I am today."

The host applauded with admiration, and the live audience erupted in excitement instantly.

"A remarkable and devoted guy!"

"The perfect gentleman!"

"Trust Mr. Shaw's integrity! Support his new products!"

Seeing these comments, I couldn't help but laugh.

Nicolas quickly rose to fame by crafting a persona as a devoted husband, which boosted the company's stock price.

Yet the "wife" he cherished wasn't me, who stood by him from nothing, but Gillian, the heiress of the Ford Pharmaceutical Group.

As soon as the broadcast ended, Nicolas called me. "Lorna, let's get a divorce."

I stubbornly asked, "Do you remember the promises you made when we got married?"

I played a recording from the day we got married. Nicolas had said to me, "Lorna, you are my love forever. Once my company makes money, I'll give you the chairman's position. I want to cherish and protect you forever."

Nicolas was surprised and said, "You kept that recording?"

It was once my most cherished memory. How could I not keep it?

But it seemed that I had mistaken trash for treasure.

I sneered, "If those who support you heard this, what would happen to your persona as a good guy? Would they still dare to buy products from a fraud like you?"

Nicolas's tone turned impatient. "The company is in a growth phase and desperately needs a good public image and resources. Lorna, don't mess around at such a critical time."

Was I messing around?

Nicolas's voice carried a threat. "Lorna, if you insist on doing this, I'll freeze all your bank accounts. You won't even be able to afford basic living expenses. You're just a housewife now, without a job or savings. You're nothing and have no right to negotiate with me."

I was nothing?

I laughed aloud and said, "Nicolas, three years ago, you had nothing. I gave up my job to help you find clients. Why didn't you say I was messing around then?"

Nicolas suddenly fell silent.

I continued, "You landed your first major contract after I pleaded with my professor to pass this opportunity to you, which allowed you to access a larger market. Why didn't you say I was nothing back then?"

"You did help me back then, but now..."

"But now I wasn't as valuable as Gillian. Right? So you abandoned me without hesitation?"

"I just..."

"What do you want to say? You were just eager to gain the Ford family's resources, so you are doing everything to earn Gillian's trust and affection. You even went as far as spending fifty million to hire Dr. Sini for her treatment."

"You..." Nicolas paused before saying, "How do you know?"

Of course, I knew everything, because I was Dr. Sini, whom he went through great lengths to look for.

A few seconds later, Nicolas gave me an ultimatum. "Lorna, leave my place within three days. If you refuse to divorce, I'll have to file a lawsuit."

"Not a chance!" I said, enunciating each word, "I can't wait to divorce you right now. I'll move out today."

I hung up the phone and quickly packed my clothes and belongings into a suitcase.

Nicolas's assistant delivered me the divorce papers. After signing them, I pulled my suitcase and walked out of the place that had trapped me for three years.

It was time to put an end to the marriage I had fought desperately to keep for three years.

The elevator doors opened, and I saw a determined version of myself reflected in the elevator mirror.

Nicolas was like a festering wound on my body. Although there might be some lingering feelings after three years, I knew well that I must break free from him.

As a doctor, I had saved countless patients. It was time to rescue myself now and become the true self of Lorna Norris.

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