After the Divorce, I Married the Richest Man Alive — Novel

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Imogen Henson once had everything—a loving husband, a beautiful child, and a bright future. But when Elliot Sanchez, the man she trusted most, shattered her world, she found herself on a path of vengeance and despair. After a year behind bars for a desperate act of rage, she reenters a life filled with reminders of her past: Elliot's new family, a picture-perfect facade that only deepens her pain.

At the Farley gala, emotions run high as Imogen confronts the man who betrayed her, but she soon discovers that revenge comes with its own cost. As Elliot mocks her and his new wife throws herself into his arms, the whispers of onlookers escalate into a cacophony of judgment. Can Imogen reclaim her dignity in the face of public humiliation? Will the ghosts of her past allow her to forge a new future?

With stakes growing ever higher, Imogen must navigate a treacherous dance of power, betrayal, and unresolved feelings. In a world where nothing is as it seems, can she find the strength to rise from the ashes, or will she be consumed by the flames of her own making?

After the Divorce, I Married the Richest Man AliveChapter 1

Five years of marriage, and Elliot Sanchez pulled the plug on our dying son's ventilator just to force me to sign the divorce papers.

He drove my mother into such deep depression that she threw herself off a building.

I didn't take it lying down. I leaked confidential company files and bankrupted him. Then I grabbed a knife, ready to take us both out.

The first slash caught his left shoulder. The second aimed straight for his chest, but his little secretary threw herself in the way.

The police hauled me off. One year behind bars for aggravated assault.

By the time I saw him again, he'd clawed his way back to the top.

One arm around his secretary. The other around their son. A picture-perfect family of three, dripping with sweetness.

And me? I was wearing a servant's uniform, scrubbing floors.

Elliot Sanchez spotted me in my sorry state, and a sneer split his face. His voice dripped with mockery.

"A woman who's done prison time—what gives you the right to show your face here? I bet the Farleys have no idea about your little stint behind bars. If they did, you wouldn't even be fit to polish their shoes."

Me? Not fit?