Divorcing The Ruthless Billionaire Husband

Chapter 7

Word Count: 643 | Released on: 28/04/2026

room, Averie's calm was absolute. It was the eer

"Ellie, I need you to call that lawyer friend of y

wasn't a moment of anger. This was a final verdict. "Of course,"

nt," Averie said, her voice st

leanor insisted. "What i

aying the devoted protector to his true love." The words w

g her friend's need for closure. "Okay. I'll

penthouse door. The place she had called home

emary steak she had cooked hours ago met her. The scent was

a meticulous landscape of Jarett's bespoke suits and designer watches. The other side was a rio

ffection. Now she saw it for what it wa

dragged out a small, worn suitcase. It was the only piece

to pack. But she only

A few faded, comfortable t-shirts and a pair of worn-in jeans. A single framed

touch the designer clothes. She didn't t

flawless, obscenely large pink diamond. He had placed it on her finger with

from her finger. It felt surprisingly light. She dr

othing he had given her. It was the only p

-full. It was a stark, pathetic measure of how little

er eyes landed on the anniversary card she had left on the coff

then, with no expression on her face, she ripped it cl

out of the apartment, not once looking back. She was leaving the sa

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“Averie spent hours preparing a perfect third-anniversary dinner for her billionaire husband, Jarett Sharp. Instead of celebrating, she received an anonymous photo of him intimately holding another woman. When Jarett finally arrived, he didn't even look guilty. "Candida. It's okay. Don't be scared. I'm on my way." He simply took a call from his mistress, shoved Averie aside, and walked right back out the door. That same night, Averie's father suffered a massive heart attack. The hospital demanded a half-million-dollar deposit before they would operate. But when Averie frantically tried to use the emergency medical trust card Jarett had given her, it was declined. Jarett had deliberately frozen her access to the funds just hours earlier. While she begged his assistant on the phone, Jarett refused to be disturbed, busy wrapping his expensive coat around his mistress in the hospital garden. Averie collapsed in the hallway, realizing the man she loved was deliberately letting her father die. In the end, a childhood friend stepped in to pay the bill and save her father's life, while her billionaire husband later pinned her to their bed, throwing a check at her and reminding her he had bought her for three million dollars. Averie didn't shed a single tear. She slowly ripped his check into pieces, left her massive diamond ring on the dresser, and walked out into the cold New York night with nothing but her old suitcase. She pulled out her phone and dialed her old ballet professor. She wasn't just going to leave Jarett Sharp. She was going to destroy him.”