Divorced Before He Regretted Novel by Poppy Finch _ Novel




Divorced Before He Regretted Chapter 01

On the day of the wedding, I became a runaway bride because my mother was in a car accident.
But when I rushed to the hospital, I found my mother was perfectly fine, and there was an extra 50 million in my bank account, transferred by my mother-in-law.
Adam Brown dragged me back, pinching my chin with a sneer: "A traitor who sold me out for 50 million."
From then on, he brought different women home every night, forcing me to listen to their intimacy from the next room.
Until I dry-heaved in the bathroom and the pregnancy test showed two lines, while the TV broadcasted him celebrating the Best Actress's birthday on a private island, drones forming a giant heart in the sky.
Gripping the edge of the sink, I called him: "Let's get a divorce."
He replied quickly: "Fine.
But first, return that 50 million, with interest."
...
I clenched my fists, falling silent.
"What, you have the 50 million ready?"
Adam asked.
"Adam, is this your 'wife'?"
A seductive female voice came through the line. "Someone who has to weigh her options over fifty bucks, how is she going to pay back 50 million?"
Adam's voice was full of mockery:
"Hear that?
If you can't pay back the money, don't even dream of a divorce."
His words were like ice picks, completely shattering my last shred of illusion.
Ever since that incomplete wedding, Adam had imprisoned me in the gilded cage of our marriage, and revenge became his only pleasure.
I stayed up late to make him hangover remedy soup, but he poured it out in front of his friends, saying contemptuously:
"Cooking bought for 50 million, I find it dirty."
Even when we slept together, after it was over, he would always say coldly:
"A hundred thousand a time, deducted from your 50 million.
Satisfied?"
I gathered my courage and grabbed his sleeve: "On the day of the wedding, it was actually..."
He violently shook me off, his eyes like ice-forged blades:
"Still making things up?
Is your next lie going to be that you're pregnant with my child?"
"You even cursed your own mother with a car accident for money, what other lies can't you tell?"
The female companion he brought nestled in his arms and giggled:
"Adam, I stopped using lies like that in middle school."
He pinched my chin, dropping every word like a hammer:
"Charlotte Hayes, is there a single word of truth in your mouth?"

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