The Tenth Fake Divorce Became Our Last

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My husbands cute little secretary was crying and threatening to jump off the roof again.

All because I spent fifteen dollars on groceries without asking for her approval first. She claimed I didnt respect her position.

That very night, she handed in her resignation.

To comfort her, my husband didn't hesitate to throw me out of the house. He handed me a divorce agreement, demanding I leave with absolutely nothing.

"Don't worry, Hazel. It's just a temporary divorce. You've worked so hard for this family all these years, and you even gave me a son. Once Chloe calms down, well get remarried."

I looked at him calmly. "Are you sure? This is already the tenth time you've divorced me."

Our seven-year-old son, Leo, rushed over and began kicking and punching me.

"You old witch! What are you throwing a tantrum for now? You made a mistake, so you deserve to be punished!"

Just as they wished, I signed the divorce papers once again.

That night, Chloe posted on her Snapchat:

[Glad someone finally knows her place and knows who the real boss of this house is. I guess I'll reward them with a family photoshoot session~]

My husband let out a sigh of relief. He immediately and excitedly dialed my number.

"Babe, Chloe forgave you! We can get remarried now!"

But the voice that answered him was a deep, magnetic male voice.

"Sorry, mate. Your wife is in my bed, and she's a bit exhausted..."

The moment Marcus heard the unfamiliar male voice, his breath hitched.

"Who is this? What did you do to my wife?"

His voice was thick with suppressed rage, like a wild beast ready to pounce.

There was no reply. Just a low chuckle before the call was cut off.

Marcus went completely insane.

He mobilized every single resource he had. In just fifteen minutes, he appeared right in front of me.

"I'm so sorry, Hazel. It was my fault."

He hugged me tightly, as if trying to merge me into his own body.

"I know you were jealous. You hired someone to put on a show and scare me, right?"

"I promise you, I really know I was wrong this time! Don't ever scare me like that again, okay?"

"I wasn't trying to scare you."

I pushed him away, looking into his eyes with absolute calmness.

"We are already divorced."

Marcus froze for a second, then forced a doting smile.

"Alright, alright... I know what you want. A proper apology, right? I'm already prepared..."

With that, he pulled a ring box from his pocket and dropped to one knee.

"I really know I messed up. Youve forgiven me nine times before, but I kept taking you for granted. I was an absolute jerk!"

"But I promise you, this is the last time! For the sake of our son, can you give me one more chance?"

Our son, Leo, walked over, holding a bouquet of my favorite red roses.

"Mommy, don't go! Don't leave me! I know I was bad. I shouldn't have yelled at you. Daddy already scolded me."

"Please give Daddy and me one more chance."

My usually rebellious son looked so pitiful right now.

For a moment, my heart softened.

To make things more overwhelming, our friends and family suddenly poured into the room. Each of them was holding a luxury gift box.

They lined them up in front of me. Inside were the designer bags and jewelry I used to dream of.

"Say yes! Say yes! Remarry him!"

"Marcus really treats Hazel like a princess. They say these ten gift boxes are incredibly valuable. The cheapest one is worth at least a million dollars!"

Marcus hadn't forgotten.

The promises he made to me when we were young.

At this moment, he was fulfilling them one by one.

Seeing my hesitation, Marcus grew anxious.

"Hazel, I know you've always wanted a grand wedding in Provence. Ive already booked the flights. Just nod your head, and we can leave right now."

"Mommy, please! Hurry up and say yes to Daddy~"

Both of them looked at me with the same puppy-dog eyes.

Just as I was about to speak, a sharp, whiny female voice came from the doorway.

"Marcus! You are so cruel! How could you spend so much money without telling me? Ive never received so many gifts from you! How could you just buy all of this for her?"

"Ugh! I knew you were lying when you said I could manage the household finances... Im never speaking to you again!"

Hearing this, Marcus instantly panicked.

He spotted Chloe in the crowd, let go of my hand without a second thought, and ran after her.

"Chloe, don't be mad. Let me explain."

Suddenly, someone called out to him.

"Hey, Marcus, are you still proposing or what?"

Marcus replied crossly, "Propose? Can't you see what's more important right now?"

Without giving me a single glance, he walked away.

The crowd slowly packed up the luxury boxes, looking at me with mocking smiles.

"Well, it looks like Chloe is still his number one priority!"

"With the way Marcus was acting just now, I almost thought he was serious this time!"

Leo also dropped his sweet act instantly. He looked at me with a smug grin.

"I only did that because Daddy promised to buy me a new gaming console."

"I thought we'd have to play nice for a few days, but in the end, Auntie Chloe is still the important one. You lost again, you old witch!"

"It's all your fault that Auntie Chloe is always angry. You should give all these gifts to her as an apology."

Within two hours, a wealthy influencer's vlog went viral on TikTok and Instagram.

In the video, the luxury gift boxes took up half of the living room. Marcus, who usually only appeared on serious business channels with a cold face, was holding flowers and smiling apologetically behind Chloe.

As for Chloe, she just gave a haughty glance. Finally, under Leos sweet coaxing of calling her "Mommy," she flashed a beautiful smile.

The comments section was flooded.

[Oh my god! There are 101 gifts in total! Does that mean she's his 'one in a million'? I'm crying, this is so sweet!]

[Can you believe those jewelry boxes thrown carelessly on the floor are worth millions? Heavens! I don't even throw my tissues around like that!]

If this were the past, I would have fallen into a deep, endless spiral of panic.

Does Marcus still love me?

Has my son been completely brainwashed by someone else?

In the end, it would only lead to endless arguments and self-doubt.

But looking at this now, my heart was surprisingly peaceful.

I gave Chloes post a thumbs-up on Snapchat, and then I deleted everyone's contact information.

From this moment on, I wanted nothing to do with them.

Just then, Ethan, who had gone out to buy some things for me, finally returned.

"What happened? Did your blood sugar drop again?"

Seeing me shake my head, he let out a sigh of relief.

He handed me the takeout from a fancy French bistro and casually mentioned:

"By the way, while you were asleep, someone called you. He sounded pretty aggressive, so I just hung up. I hope it didn't mess up anything for you?"

I knew exactly who he was talking about.

"Just a spam caller. I've already blocked him."

I didn't notice the slight curl of Ethans lips. After eating, I started packing.

After being kicked out of the house, I didn't bring much with me.

Ten years of marriage, and all that was left fit into a few bags of clothes and personal items.

I calmly booked a one-way ticket out of the country for three days later.

Once I left, I probably wouldn't ever come back.

But before I left, I had one last thing to settle.

The next day, I went directly to a high-end auction house.

Years ago, I helped Marcus build his empire from scratch.

When we were desperate for cash, I had to pawn the necklace my late mother left me.

By the time we had the money to buy it back, the pawnshop had gone out of business, and the necklace was lost.

Only recently did I find out it was being auctioned off.

As soon as I walked into the venue, someone called my name.

"Hazel? What are you doing here?"

It was Chloe.

Standing behind her were several of my former friends.

"Do you even need to ask? She must have stalked Marcus's schedule. Look at her... she just can't let go!"

"Yesterday she was acting so high and mighty, refusing to remarry him. Quite an actress, huh?"

"Come on, Hazel. Just go over and apologize to Chloe, and we can put this whole thing behind us."

Someone reached out to grab my hand, but I slapped it away.

"Apologize to a homewrecker?"

I sneered.

"I spent fifteen dollars of my own money on groceries. What exactly did I do wrong?"

Back then, I gave up my successful acting career to become a full-time housewife for Marcus.

I thought I would finally enjoy life once his business succeeded.

But instead, I lived a life worse than Chloe's dog.

Not only was my spending strictly limited, but I also had to report every single purchase to a secretary.

I used to endure all of this for the sake of my child.

But now, since my son doesn't even recognize me as his mother.

I don't want either of them anymore!

I ignored them and walked toward the seating area. The auction was about to begin.

I quickly found my seat.

But Chloe's eyes turned red. She looked pitifully at Marcus, who had just finished socializing and walked over.

"Marcus! Why are you just getting here? You promised you would protect me! Why do you keep letting this woman bully me?"

Chloe looked incredibly aggrieved, and Marcuss heart melted with pity.

"I don't care! I want that emerald necklace! If you don't buy it for me, I'll never speak to you again!"

I looked up at the stage.

The item up for bid was indeed the necklace my mother left me.

I immediately raised my paddle.

"One million dollars."

This was already two hundred thousand dollars higher than the previous bid. No one would want to pay that much for an outdated necklace.

Seeing Marcus raise his paddle without hesitation, I turned around and spoke directly to him.

"Marcus, even a gentle soul has its limits. I already left with nothing. How much further do you want to push me?"

"You promised me and my mother that you would buy this necklace back! Look closely at it. This is not some cheap toy to please your mistress!"

Marcus froze.

A look of shock flashed through his eyes.

He wasn't used to me speaking to him in such a cold, detached tone.

Slowly, he lowered his hand.

The auctioneer on stage called out:

"Going once at one million dollars."

"Going twice at one million dollars."

But Chloe panicked.

"Marcus! You promised me! Who are you choosing? Her or me?"

Tears welled up in Chloes eyes. It looked as if she would burst into tears if Marcus dared to say no.

Marcus looked at me, then at Chloe. His gaze turned firm.

I smiled bitterly to myself.

How could an ex-wife like me ever compete with his precious mistress?

Just as I was about to walk away, I heard Marcus speak.

"Chloe, let her have it. We don't need it."

Chloes eyes widened in disbelief.

With the strike of the auctioneers gavel:

"Sold for one million dollars! Congratulations to the lady in the front."

The spotlight fell on me.

Chloe couldn't take it anymore and stormed out.

"Fine, Marcus! Since you care so much about her, don't you ever talk to me again!"

I didn't expect Marcus to take my side this time.

But that was all it was.

There was no warmth in my heart, no gratitude.

He owed me this.

In all our years of marriage, I had never gotten anything from him.

I had even poured my own money and my mother's inheritance into his business.

But now, I had left with nothing. Even the one million dollars to buy back the necklace was borrowed from a friend.

Since he was so heartless.

He shouldn't blame me for what was to come.

The auction reached its final item.

At some point, Chloe and Marcus returned to their seats.

Chloe shot me a provocative look.

I had a bad feeling.

The auctioneer on stage announced excitedly:

"Next up is our grand finale!"

"We have 99 private, intimate photos of the former A-list actress and ex-wife of the CEO of Marcus Enterprises, Hazel!"

The crowd gasped.

They began whispering and commenting on the revealing photos displayed on the screen.

"Oh my god, is this allowed?"

"They call it private photos, but isn't she just loose to take these kinds of pictures?"

"Look, there's even an intimate nursing photo... Wow, she's gorgeous. No wonder Marcus kept wanting her back after the divorce..."

"Look at that look on her face. I bet there's a wild story behind their constant divorces!"

Although the sensitive parts were blurred, the censorship only made peoples imaginations run wild.

The disgusting murmurs of the crowd filled my ears.

My fists clenched so tightly my nails dug into my palms. My face turned pale.

Back then, Marcus had sweet-talked me into taking those private photos.

I thought they were a private record of our love.

I never thought they would be used as a weapon to destroy me!

Marcus looked at Chloe with a gentle smile.

"Chloe, do you like your apology gift?"

Chloes lips curled up.

"You're terrible! I thought you didn't love me anymore. It turns out you were planning this grand surprise."

"I guess I can forgive you this time!"

Marcus pulled her into his arms, cooing, "Thank you, babe. You have the best heart."

Chloe crossed her arms, turning away with a pout.

"One thing at a time. She still hasn't apologized to me!"

Marcus understood immediately. He ordered his security guards to drag me over to Chloe.

"Hazel, apologize!"

I bit my lip hard, telling myself that these people weren't worth my tears.

Yet, my eyes still burned.

"What if I say no?"

Chloe suddenly grabbed a handful of my hair.

A sharp pain shot through my scalp.

"If you don't apologize, I'll make sure everyone here gets a printed copy of your beautiful body!"

She patted my cheek condescendingly with a stack of printed photos.

I let out a cold laugh.

With a sudden burst of energy, I stood up, grabbed her hair with one hand, and delivered a fierce slap with the other.

SLAP!

The crisp sound echoed through the entire hall.

"A cheap homewrecker like you doesn't deserve my apology!"

Marcus was furious.

He kicked me hard in the stomach.

"That's enough, Hazel! My patience is wearing thin! Since you threw away the chance I gave you, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

With a wave of his hand, he threw the photos into the air.

They fluttered down like snow, landing all over the auction hall.

At the same time, the scandal of the retired actress went viral on social media.

The internet erupted.

The people at the venue were quick to join in.

"Wow, look at this one. This is so dirty!"

"She must have been unfaithful. Otherwise, why would Marcus humiliate her like this?"

"Do you think she cheated on him? Didn't she give him a son? Maybe the kid isn't even his!"

"So cheap. Who knows how many men shes slept with."

Their words were like poisoned arrows, trying to pierce through my armor.

Marcus held Chloe, looking down at me.

"Are you going to apologize now?"

I smiled.

Instead of apologizing, I stood up straight.

A flash of confusion crossed his eyes. He didn't seem to understand why I was being so stubborn this time.

In the past, whenever he gave me a lookwhether it was my fault or notI would always bow my head and apologize.

Why was I making such a big scene today?

"Is this the only trick you have left?" I asked.

"Who is the dirty one here? I don't care about anything anymore. I don't care about you, and I certainly don't care about what these people think of me."

"Do you have any other pathetic tricks? If not, I'm leaving."

The crowd went quiet.

Unlike the mocking before, many now looked at me with a trace of respect.

But Marcus panicked.

He could feel that I was serious this time.

If he didn't say something now, I might really walk out of his life forever.

He took a step forward to speak, but a group of men suddenly rushed in and shielded me.

"I'm sorry, Hazel. I'm late."