Divorced the CEO After His Mistress Killed My Mom — Novel

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When Debbie Sanchez finally decides to sever ties with her cheating husband, Otis, she believes she’s reclaiming her life. But in a world where love and betrayal intertwine like a twisted vine, her quest for revenge spirals into chaos. Otis, a successful CEO, remains unfazed by her attempts, his indifference a bitter pill to swallow. As she navigates a sea of short-lived romances, each new boyfriend feels more like a stepping stone than a solution. Can she truly find freedom, or is she merely playing into Otis's hands?

The stakes rise when an unexpected confrontation shatters the fragile peace between them. Debbie's confrontation with Otis's new girlfriend ignites a fury she never knew she had, and as she stands in the ruins of her marriage, she grapples with the question: how far will she go to reclaim her power? With each slap and tear, the lines between love, rage, and revenge blur, leaving readers breathless and eager to uncover the consequences of her actions. Will Debbie emerge victorious, or will she find that the battle for her heart is far more complex than she anticipated?

Divorced the CEO After His Mistress Killed My MomChapter 1

After Otis Sanchez cheated on me, I wanted revenge.

So over the next six months, I went through no fewer than ten boyfriends.

The same night I ended things with number ten, I asked Otis for a divorce.

"Mrs. Sanchez." He didn't even look up from his phone. "How many times does this make now?"

He finally finished his message and raised his eyes to meet mine.

"What, not satisfied with the latest boyfriend?" A smirk played at his lips. "Must be serious if it's got the unflappable Mrs. Sanchez storming in here to make a scene."

He reached for his jacket, still smiling.

"But I don't have time for this tonight, Mrs. Sanchez. I have plans."

I watched him, still unable to understand. How did men compartmentalize so easily—love in one box, sex in another, neither touching?

"Otis." I stepped into his path, holding up the divorce papers. My voice was calm. "I'm serious this time. Let's set each other free."

"Mrs. Sanchez." His expression remained carelessly indifferent. "I really don't have time to play along with your little drama."

He opened WeChat and waved the screen in front of my face.

"My girl's getting impatient."