Divorce Me? The Despised Wife Is The Apex Boss

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ed my suitcase down the tree-lined street outside the estat

eeing my cousin-in-law Penelope White's name flashing

orrow is my wedding of the century, so get your a

or three years, every single member of the White

to do with me. Go find someone els

dead silence on the othe

food and live under our roof! What's

rum. I hung up and added her number t

and Chevrolet, tossed the suitcase into the backse

again as I stopped at a red light. A video had

he feet of Elenora Mccarty, the iron-fisted matriarch

didn't just hook up with some wild man outside-she splashed

s sprained wrist, nodding with a pain

od cane, her wrinkled face dark with rage before she sw

ily tolerate such a shameless, low-class slut!" E

and curled my lips into a cold sneer. The light

p gaze toward Curtis's arrogant younger cousin,

efore Penelope's wedding tomorrow, I'm going to use ou

k on her knees!" Clair rubbed his hands toge

one onto the passenger seat as neon str

glanced at the gauge, spun the steering wheel,

nd slid it into the tank. The cold wind blew m

ily law" meant locking me in the basement

head of Apex and the heir of the Justice famil

ht-yellow Porsche 911 swerved in and parked sideway

e flanked by four burly bodyguards in black s

more, you shameless bitch?" Clair stopped

race of expression, my hand

me for a piece of trash like Curtis?" M

unease down and pulled out his phone. He opened a live stream on social media, shovi

's let the whole internet watch how I break your ch