My Accidental Husband is a Billionaire

Oliver paused, slightly taken aback. "How did you end up like this?"

Melissa immediately retorted, "What do you mean? I'm doing just fine!"

As she finished speaking, she glanced toward the entrance. "Hasn't Jake arrived yet?"

Although Melissa used to be afraid of Oliver, her perspective shifted after living on her own for a while. She realized it wasn't the divorce she feared but the change.

Jake could now support her financially, and she still spent her days at home. With an allowance coming in, she didn't have to worry about food or drink, only the occasional grocery run. Most importantly, after leaving that house, her expectations of Oliver disappeared. In the past, she had dreaded those lonely nights in their sprawling master bedroom, yearning for Oliver to come home and keep her company instead of running off to see "her". Now, her small apartment was cozy enough. There was a community center downstairs where seniors gathered. At first, she'd felt a bit awkward joining the dance group, but soon she fit right in. After living this way for some time, she found herself genuinely enjoying it.

Life outside that luxurious cage was colorful and vibrant. She realized that leaving the upper class behind didn't mean losing freedom—it meant gaining it.

Oliver sneered at her response. "He's taking the bus over. How fast do you think he'll be here?"

Just then, Jake came jogging over. "Mom, I took the subway after the bus. It's way faster than driving!"

Oliver felt his temper rising, seeing the two of them so comfortable. Barely holding back his frustration, he let out a cold laugh. "We're here to finalize the divorce. Did you bring your papers?"

Melissa froze for a second. "Oh, right!"

She quickly rummaged through her bag. Oliver breathed a sigh of relief, already anticipating the outcome. With another sneer, he added, "Don't tell me… you forgot your ID, didn't you?"

Melissa pulled her ID out of her bag.

dumbfounded, his face darkening. "Melissa, are

the one

some reason, her indifferent attitude irritated him. "Fine, let's do it. Let's get

together, only to be informed that they had to wait for

sense of relief wash over him, almost as if

glanced at the section on asset division and sneered. "You're really

eye. "When we got married, I didn't have much, and over the years, I blew through whatever I had. So, no, I don't need

you always after my money? The moment the company handed out dividends, you'd be right there, asking for

bitter smile as she thought back to the past. "Yeah, I did that because I knew if I didn't spend it, you'd just give it to her. I didn't want that, so I

Oliver paused, taken aback.

why do this? Just to prove a

you give me half of the company's shares? Would you let him do

now, it doesn't matter. Once we're divorced, you can give her as much as you want. It won't have anything to do with

Her indifference, especially toward the money, made him feel even more irritated. But

Don't come crying to

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the entrance. The moment Oliver stepped

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