My Ex-Wife Is A Big Shot

My Ex-Wife Is A Big Shot

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Stacy came to reveal her identity to Greg after a lot of years of marriage together. Stacy had secretly helped Greg to become who he had dreamed himself to be by recommending him to the high-profile top company; Dragon empire. When Greg got to this height, he saw Stacy as a pest and divorced her. Stacy vowed that Greg would regret it. Only for Greg to later discover that Stacy is the heiress of the Watson's empire. Greg sought to return to Stacy's life. Can it ever happen?

Chapter 1 STACY

Stacy's pov.

Getting inside my husband's house, I met an eyesore. My husband; Greg, was with another woman in the sitting room. They were sitting down.

"What took you long? I have been waiting for you." He arched his eyebrows at me and that only made me smile. I thought he had missed me for just a short period that I wasn't at home.

"I am sorry. I went to get this bouquet for you. And who is this lady with you?" I kept a calm gaze at him.

"This lady here is Fiona; the woman that is going to replace you." Hearing that, I couldn't wrap my head around those words.

"Replace me? I don't understand." I felt a sharp twist in my heart.

"I will speak in plain terms, Stacy. I am ending this marriage." Those words hit me like a dagger. It seemed like a joke.

"Five years of marriage? You can't mean that." I looked into his eyes with pains all over my face.

He smirked. "Haven't you heard? I have just been hired by Dragon Empire; a top company in this city. My salary a year is now thirty million dollars." "Can't you see that we are not in the same class any more? Can't you see that I will be mocked when people see you and I together." "No hard feelings, Stacy. We are no more compatible." I can't believe those words coming from him.

"Are you leaving me because of your new position?" I widened my eyes.

"Yes. I realized I can't stay with a pauper like you any more. People like you will only drag me to the mud." This was unbelievable.

"What?! I can't believe you would say this to me after our five years of marriage." "I have been supportive and caring through these five years. When you had nothing, I stood by you. Where was this lady then?" I moved forward to touch him.

Only for him to jerk my hands off him. "Don't you dare lay your filthy hands on me?" "You are just a freeloader and I am not interested in you anymore." Fiona brought out some documents from her bag and handed it over to him.

"Stacy. This is where we end our five years journey. Sign the divorce papers." Hearing that from the man I love so dearly broke my heart into pieces. For the five years of our marriage, I have been nothing but supportive and caring.

"How can you be this cruel? Greg. Just because you got successful, the first thing you do is to divorce me after all the sacrifices?" My voice squeezed out in pain.

"I know your problem, Stacy and I am going to fix that for you. Out of my salary, I am going to pay you two million dollars for all the sacrifices. I believe this would start a life for you."

"I don't need your money, Greg. Now that you are successful, I believe we will enjoy it together."

Fiona cut into the conversation. "So your plan is to milk him after all. Greg is right for divorcing you." "People of your class will only give him setbacks and nothing more."

"If you know what is right for you. Sign the divorce papers now!"

I was surprised at those words. "I don't know you could be this short sighted, Greg. Everything you became, I have been the one behind it all. Even this job that made you this successful, I granted you access to it." That irked Greg.

"Stop speaking highly of yourself. We have been married for five years. I know you too well. You are just a pauper, a scumbag and a loser. You can't have any other identity." "Sign the papers already."

I took an intense breath and tears rolled down my cheek involuntarily. I was in pain. "Are you sure about this? Once I sign this paper, it is over forever."

"Hmph! I know and that is what I want. Stop wasting my time." Greg shot a deadly glare at me.

"Okay. I will make your wish come to pass. But know this, you are certainly going to regret it." I took the divorce papers from him and I signed it.

"The only thing I will regret is getting married to you for five years." He collected the divorce papers from me.

"Now that you have signed it. Pack everything that passes as your property. I don't want to ever see you again."

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With tears running down my cheek, I took my luggage and I loaded it on my scooter. While driving, I noticed I was being followed by five different luxurious cars. 'What is wrong with this man? Why would he follow me?' I thought in my head. While I was still thinking, It seemed like I was being waved down. With intense breath that left my nostrils, I stopped my scooter. Even with the pain in my heart, I had to clean my face just to pretend that everything was fine. The five cars after me stopped.

I stepped off my scooter and Mr Paul; my personal watchdog stepped down from one of the cars. While different guards stepped down from the other cars. They all accompanied Mr Paul.

Getting in front of me, they all went on their knees. "All hail the heiress." I was pissed with that performance. Paul could tell with the way I glared at them.

Paul stood on his feet and he walked in close proximity to me. "What is your problem? Paul. I told you I kept my identity a secret. Do you want to blow my cover with this?" I widened my eyes at him.

"I am sorry, Ma. Since you have revealed your identity to your husband. I deemed it fit to honor you." "By the way, how did he react to it?"

Hearing him ask that question, my countenance fell. I clenched my fist and I gritted my teeth. "I don't want to talk about it." "Why are you after me though? I thought I told you to maintain a low profile." I furrowed my gaze at him.

"Ma. I want to personally congratulate you for a successful show and also give you a grand opening. However, after I received good news from them that he has been accepted into a top position. I am so happy for your husband because he is now a big shot." Hearing that, I couldn't control the tears that rolled down my cheek.

Seeing my tears, his heart was gripped with shock. "Ma. What did he do to you? Why are you crying?" "Wasn't the whole unveiling a success?" Mr Paul furrowed his gaze on me.

My lips were trembling. But I still forced myself to speak. "He divorced me after getting what he wanted."

"What an ungrateful bastard!" "Ma. Permit me to cancel the recommendation you gave that got him this far?" His face was filled with anger.

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