The Divorced Billionaire Heiress Boss

Chapter 1 Divorce

Ding!
A message alert sounded.
[Please go to the hospital to donate blood as soon as possible.]
When Nicole saw this message, she was stunned for a moment like she
had sustained a huge blow to her chest.
The sender’s name was “Hubby”.
Ding!

Another message immediately followed. It was a notice from the bank
that she had received a fund transfer of 500,000 dollars.
Nicole scrolled up to look at her message history with her husband.
[Remember to go to the hospital.]
[Fund Transfer: $500,000]

[Remember to come to the hospital to donate blood.]
[Fund Transfer: $500,000]
[Please come to the hospital right away.]
[Fund Transfer: $500,000]
……

In their three years of marriage, the only time Nicole’s husband, Eric
Ferguson, initiated contact with her was to ask her to go to the hospital
to donate blood. To be exact, to sell blood. Nicole’s blood was sold
to…Wendy Quade.
Eric also treated Nicole as a stranger throughout their marriage.

This month alone, Nicole had already given blood three times, which
was more than her body could tolerate.
Nicole sat on the sofa as her eyes unconsciously became sore and
started to blur. Yesterday while she was waiting for Eric to get off work,
she stood in the rain for more than an hour, so she was feeling unwell

and held her phone, hesitating whether to reply. Suddenly, an unfamiliar number sent her a message that crushed her last ounce of perseverance and self-respect.

looked at you once before? He slept over at my place last night. If I were you, I’d find a rope to hang myself. You’re just an interfering homewrecker!] ‘A

her family and friends to marry this man for three years, yet she was labeled a despicable homewrecker? Once again, her chest felt like it was crushed. All those accumulated feelings for Eric throughout her humble

sleeping face. His handsome sculpted features were like an intricate art piece that made her so attracted to him, like a moth to a flame. This picture was an attestation to the message earlier. The woman nestled on Eric’s shoulder was none other

eyes closed, the curled-up corners of Wendy’s lips showed her wakefulness at that

forget what day it is? The maids are off today, so hurry up and come over to cook for us!” Nicole sneered and hung up the phone without

the role of Eric’s secretary. At home, Eric’s mother and sister looked down on her “unknown

was treated like a lowly servant. She stayed meek and obedient. She also never complained about any of this to Eric

her, Nicole was still willing to persist and endure all of