Divorcing The CEO: Escaping His Cruel Cage

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I returned to New York after a three-year exile, just to attend my father's funeral. But my estranged husband, Julian, ambushed me at the airport with divorce papers. He told me that if I didn't sign them immediately, my father wouldn't get a burial plot. And standing right by his side was Janet, my former best friend. At the funeral, they played the perfect, grieving couple, completely humiliating me. When I finally snapped and told them to leave, Janet faked a dramatic collapse. Julian looked at me with absolute disgust, accusing me of being a jealous monster who was hurting his pregnant girlfriend. He had secretly absorbed all my family's assets, leaving me penniless and freezing on the streets, tossing a charity check at me like I was a beggar. I couldn't understand why my years of desperate devotion were treated like a toxic curse. Why did the quiet friend I grew up protecting scheme to steal my husband, my fortune, and my dignity? Refusing his humiliating money, I swallowed my pride and took a job as a maid at a luxury hotel just to survive. But fate wouldn't even give me that peace. While pushing a room service cart down the hallway, I ran straight into Julian. He stared at my crisp white apron, his eyes turning cold. "For the duration of my stay, all services for the presidential suite will be handled by her alone." He was going to make me serve him and Janet, determined to crush the very last shred of my pride.