Divorcing The Tycoon: The Genius Designer

Chapter 3

Word Count: 828 | Released on: 14/04/2026

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ibrated in

an urgent call from the private l

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tense humiliation that

and told the driver to go to the Gle

door and strode toward the huge marble r

o the top floor

er tone disciplined yet tinged with a barely perceptible hint of disdain. "I'm sorry, Mr. Glenn is currently very busy. He h

signature black elevator card, which identifi

scanner. A loud beep of mechanical

ard frozen," the

and turned around, casting curious and judgmental glances at

her head and, as a group of managers swiped their cards

pen the heavy fire door, and entered the emergency stairwell. Her high heels clicked sharply on the concrete floor as she climbed the remaining tw

were slightly ajar. A warm ray

n the door, and felt as if her heart

f Kristopher's huge mahogany de

down and gently wiped a smear of latte foam fr

ristopher looked up. The tenderness in his eyes

id off the table, and hid be

ep felt like walking on broken glass. S

ediately. I'll take it and leave. I won't stay a seco

e didn't even look at its contents

Aletha's cheekbone. A thin, warm line of

istance between them. He grabbed Aletha's chi

d, his voice a vicious hiss. "You're not even worth a

llness in her eyes suddenly ignited a

her chin. He slammed his hand o

curity superv

he office. They grabbed Aletha from both sides, each

with feigned sympathy. "Kris, please don't be so ha

tha backward. Her high heels sc

d first-floor lobby in front of hundreds of employees,

ell heavily onto the

fluttering in the wind. A tear finally slid down her

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“For three years, Aletha sold her soul to her adoptive family, enduring a toxic, loveless marriage to Wall Street tyrant Kristopher. But the illusion shattered when Kristopher brought his crying mistress into Aletha's ER. He violently shoved Aletha into a metal cart just because she applied standard medical pressure to the mistress's minor scratch. "If you ever handle her like that again, I will have your medical license revoked." The nightmare quickly escalated. Kristopher froze Aletha's bank cards, publicly humiliated her, and forced her to hand over a priceless gown to his mistress. When he was injured in a car crash protecting the mistress, Aletha flawlessly stitched his hand back together. In return, he dragged her to a freezing warehouse at 3 AM to illegally save the mistress's criminal brother, only to abandon Aletha alone in the dangerous streets of Brooklyn. Her adoptive parents didn't care if she lived or died. They only called to scream at her, demanding she get on her knees and beg Kristopher to restore their company's funding. Staring at her bruised reflection, Aletha felt entirely hollowed out. She couldn't understand why her absolute submission only bought her betrayal and abuse from everyone she called family. But as the tears dried, the fear that had controlled her evaporated, replaced by cold steel. She opened her hidden wall safe and pulled out the documents proving she was "Lan," the world's most sought-after millionaire designer. Aletha shredded her family's contract, put on a sharp black power suit, and headed to her husband's company. This time, she wasn't going to beg.”