Divorced the CEO Who Broke Me Now He Begs on His Knees — Novel

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In a world where love can quickly turn to ash, Doris Harding finds herself caught in a web of betrayal and humiliation. After sacrificing everything to save her dying mother, she’s left with nothing but the cold contempt of her husband, Julian Gilbert—a man who once promised to love her fiercely. Now, on the brink of collapse, every plea for help is met with mockery and disdain. How did their love story spiral into this nightmare?

As Doris grapples with the shattering reality of her marriage, she must confront more than just Julian's cruelty. Each day spent as Mrs. Gilbert is a painful reminder of the man who once adored her, now replaced by a heartless CEO who thrives on power and manipulation. With her mother gone and her dignity stripped away, can Doris find the strength to reclaim her life, or will Julian's relentless torment break her spirit completely?

As tensions rise and secrets unfold, the question remains: can love truly be resurrected from the ashes of betrayal, or is it too late for Doris to escape the chains of her past? In a tale woven with drama and heartache, every moment counts as she fights for her freedom—and her heart.

Divorced the CEO Who Broke Me Now He Begs on His KneesChapter 1

To save my dying mother, I took the $500,000 from Aileen Gilbert and broke up with her son.

Julian Gilbert refused to accept it. Right in front of me, he jumped from the fifth floor.

He shattered his leg, lying in a pool of blood, yet still clutched my hand, eyes full of desperate devotion.

"Doris Harding, if I can't marry you, I'd rather die!"

He threatened death to get what he wanted—and he got it.

But on our wedding day, in front of everyone, he swapped my gown and ring for cheap knockoffs from a street stall.

"You love being a gold digger so much? In my eyes, you're just as worthless as this junk!"

After the wedding, women flocked around him. Every one of them showered with luxury cars and jewelry.

But me—Mrs. Gilbert—I needed approval to spend five dollars.

When my mother's condition turned critical, I applied to him for $10,000 for her surgery.

I knelt the entire night. All I got was a hundred-dollar bill and a casual sneer.

"A gold digger like you? That's all you're worth to me."

I clutched that hundred dollars and collapsed sobbing beside my mother's body.