Aella Reid slid the divorce papers across the table.
"Let's end this. It's better for you, me, and her."
Tyrone only smirked, "Divorce? You think you can walk away that easily?"
So she did.
Aella cut every tie, buried herself in her work, and built a name for herself-fast. Within a few years, she was a world-renowned sleep disorder specialist, with patients and sponsors all over the globe.
And the suitors came crawling.
The heir to an overseas empire whispered, "Aella, just leave him already. I can't wait any longer."
A powerful CEO vowed, "I'll be waiting for the day you finally divorce."
A top-tier attorney promised, "I'll handle the whole case myself."
Aella just rubbed her temples.
It's not that she didn't want out-it's that the man she married refused to let go.
Finally, she said, half-joking, half-dead serious, "Whoever can actually get me divorced will sit at the head table at my divorce party."
A few weeks later, Tyrone was served divorce papers in the middle of a shareholder meeting.
A billion-dollar deal tanked.
That same afternoon, he was nearly hit by a car right outside his own company.
When Aella showed up at the hospital with flowers, her voice was calm, almost gentle.
"Let's end this. It's better for you, me, and everyone else."
But the cold, untouchable man grabbed her and pulled her against his chest, his eyes bloodshot with fury.
"You want a divorce?" he growled, "Over my dead body."
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