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In a world where love feels like a business transaction, Victoria has endured eight marriages and eight heart-wrenching divorces at the hands of her cold, calculating husband, Brandon. Each time, he has chosen the free-spirited Paula over her, leaving Victoria to pick up the pieces of their broken vows. But as she stands on the brink of a ninth divorce, something shifts within her. This time, she won’t be the one begging for his affection.
With a suitcase in hand and her mother’s medical bills finally settled, Victoria decides to reclaim her life. But what happens when a chance encounter with Vaughn, the enigmatic CEO of a rival company, offers her a glimpse of the freedom she craves? As she navigates the treacherous waters of her past and present, the stakes rise. Can she truly break free from Brandon’s grasp, or will he pull her back into his web of manipulation?
With tensions escalating and unexpected alliances forming, Victoria must confront her past and decide what her future holds. Will she finally choose herself, or will Brandon's possessive grip prove too strong? The next chapter in her life is just beginning, and it's anything but predictable.
Sorry, Ex-Husband, There would be no Ninth MarriageChapter 1
My husband Brandon married me eight times, and divorced me eight times for the woman he truly loved, but there wouldn't be a ninth time today.
“Let’s divorce. Your first love is here.”
I placed the divorce papers on the mahogany desk, right over his keyboard.
Brandon didn’t even blink. He just picked up his pen, signed his name with a lazy flick of his wrist, and tossed the document back to me.
“We’ll get married again once she leaves after a month,” he said, his eyes already back on his screen. “For now, just go on a vacay. Buy yourself something nice.”
It was always like this. Paula was a free spirit who despised the idea of marriage and being tied down. She preferred to travel the world, living completely carefree. But whenever she grew bored or lonely, she would return to the city, and Brandon would immediately clear his life for her—which meant divorcing me.
Then, once her wanderlust kicked in and she abandoned him again, he would summon me back to resume my role as his convenient, legally-bound placeholder.
I didn’t say a word.