After the divorce : my ex-wife became a billionaire.

That night. Lyra Carroll tossed and turned on her pillow and had trouble sleeping. She felt like she was trapped under something and was almost out of breath. Strangely, she even seemed to hear heavy, rapid breathing so close to her. Immediately afterwards, a sharp, stabbing pain came directly from somewhere between her legs. An idea suddenly crossed her mind and Lyra opened her eyes in horror. She vaguely saw a shadow looming over her. It was a man! "Melvin, is that... you?" The man answered lightly with a "hmm". His breath smelled of alcohol, and after his attacking blows, the man made no noise. When she heard the familiar voice, Lyra sighed with relief. Following the man's movements, she also began to enjoy the pleasant tingling sensation. Involuntarily, she let out delicate, satisfied grunts. The attack was becoming increasingly ferocious. She gritted her teeth, endured the pain and indulged in an ambiguous passion like no other. After three years of marriage, Melvin Freeman was finally ready to touch her! Because she'd been chosen by old Mr. Freeman, Melvin hadn't even looked at her properly in the last three years. Tonight, he finally came to her room. Whatever her reason, she was really very happy. later, Melvin was finally exhausted and lay on top of her with a heavy, muffled groan. The moonlight outside the floor-to-ceiling window outlined his listened to the extremely rapid beating of her heart. It was so real, and yet it still felt like it really was a dream, and she'd rather never wrapped her arms around his neck, almost obsessively, with a post-exercise gasp, "Melvin ... Melvin, I She didn't finish the two words "I love you," that she was interrupted by the man's deep voice, "Lottie." Lyra was petrified. Her heart was beating wildly. It was Charlotte Matthews, Melvin's first love. Because of old Mr. Freeman, Charlotte had been abroad over the years. But she'd come back yesterday! She even texted him. I'm back, and there's no room for you in the Freeman family from now on. "Melvin and I grew up together. Do you really think you can take my place? Go back to your orphanage now. That's where you belong." "You don't know how much Melvin loves me. He'll certainly call my name even if he's sleeping right next to you . In the end, you're just my substitute. Poor Lyra, it must have been so terrible for you, right?" A substitute? No, she was never a ridiculous substitute. She was Lyra, the real Mrs. Freeman chosen by old Mr. Freeman. However, Lyra could still hear Melvin's whispers, "Lottie, Lottie ..." Charlotte's sarcastic text messages echoed in her head, as if telling her not to lie to herself again. Tears suddenly sprang uncontrollably from her eyes. Lyra clenched her fists and tried to stop herself shaking. Over the last few years, she'd tried so hard to be a good wife. She'd paid so much attention to making him and his family happy, and she'd even quit her job just for him. However, she continues her skincare routine as if nothing happened, when her wrist is suddenly grabbed forcefully, and she's pulled from her seat. The bottle she was holding in her hand dropped to the floor and shattered into pieces. The cream it contained spilled onto the ground. Lyra looked up and stared at him, but her heart still raced uncontrollably as she saw the rage and disgust in his eyes. "Do you think you can be a true Mrs. Freeman with just a few wicked tricks? Do you think you can be something just because I touched you?" She looked at the imposing man who clenched his teeth and stared at her. He didn't release his grip on her wrist, but instead held it even more firmly. His handsome face was unusually terrifying due to his tyrannical gaze. "Wicked tricks?" Lyra said with a smirk. "In your eyes, am I that kind of woman?" The corners of her mouth were turned up in a grimace. In her eyes, there was strong and evident disgust. "You certainly used means to deceive my grandfather back then, so I would have to marry you. So why are you acting innocent now?" "You're petty and naturally cruel. You're not even worthy of licking his boots!" Stingy and cruel? You're pretending to be innocent? It turned out she was so wicked at heart. As for the drug, if she really wanted to do it, she would have done it earlier. Why did she wait until now? It was ridiculous, and the efforts she had made in the past three years were nothing but nonsense! In that case, there was no need for her to insist. Lyra endured the pain on her wrist, gritted her teeth, and fiercely shook her hand. Then she looked up and said firmly, "Melvin, let's get a divorce." "What?" Melvin frowned. It seemed he didn't expect her to ask for a divorce. Clearly, she drugged him last night, and now what did she want to do? "Are you crazy?" Lyra stared at him coldly. Despite being much smaller than the man, she wouldn't back down in the slightest. "Isn't this what you've always wanted? A divorce? Ever since you were forced to marry me by your grandfather, now that he's passed away, no one can stop you from marrying Charlotte. Don't you want that?" Melvin pursed his lips and frowned as he looked at her. Could she really be kind enough to give up the marriage? When he saw her serious eyes and that she didn't seem to be lying, he muttered lightly, "Don't regret it." Lyra chuckled. She had never been more determined. "The only thing I regret is marrying you," she said, then turned her head and left the room. She was resolute and determined. For a long moment, Melvin couldn't take his eyes off her retreating figure. In the past, every time he saw her, she always acted soft and weak, but today, her attitude was surprisingly different. Could it be that he was truly mistaken about what happened last night? If it wasn't her, then who else could it have been? ... That morning they went to the Civil Affairs Bureau. The striking contrast between Lyra's ten-dollar shirt and jeans and Melvin's Prada black suit instantly drew a few glances. Lyra didn't really care. She just wanted to get it over with as quickly as possible. In just ten minutes, this miserable marriage finally came to an end. Lyra looked at the almost agonizing divorce certificate in her hand and was momentarily distracted. "In the future, take care of yourself." She heard the man say in his usual cold voice, and when Lyra looked up, the man had long disappeared, without any reluctance, as if he had never been there. "That's fine." Her smile faded, and she shook her head. Since he was heartless enough, they would be nothing more than strangers when she met him again in the future. She stopped thinking and walked to the roadside. Suddenly, a black Bentley limousine stopped right in front of her. The car door opened, and a middle-aged man with gray hair, escorted by four bodyguards, got out and approached her. Lyra saw the person coming towards her and slightly raised her chin. Suddenly, she seemed to exude an innate nobility. "My father is really everywhere. I just got divorced, and you're already here." The butler, wearing a flattering smile, bowed deeply to her before speaking: "Miss, the three-year deadline you agreed upon with your father has passed." He paused and glanced at the divorce certificate in her hand, feigning sadness, and said: "It seems you didn't succeed in making Melvin Freeman fall in love with you. In that case, it's time for you to uphold your promise and return to Suham to inherit the family business." Lyra frowned and remained silent for a long moment. When she was fifteen, she got caught up in an incident, lost her memory, and ended up at Frayton Orphanage. Later, because she saved the old Mr. Freeman, she was brought back to the Freeman Manor by the old man. In the end, when she reached adulthood, Melvin was ordered to marry her. On the evening of the wedding, there was an accident, and she regained her memory. Today, she finds it ridiculous to have loved Melvin so much back then. She refused to return with Douglas and eventually struck a three-year deal with her father. Now, thinking about the past, she only feels that what she did for the man who didn't love her at all during those three years was a waste of time. "You really miss your father. Miss, come back with me. Don't be angry with your father. He is..." "Douglas." Lyra interrupted him. Her face grew colder at the mention of the old story. "He has that woman with him. What good can I do for my family anyway? I have important things to do in Frayton. I won't go back with you." For the past two years, she had quietly been investigating the incident that had caused her amnesia and landed her in Frayton. She had discovered that it was probably someone from her family, but who exactly, she still didn't know. Now that the enemy was in the dark and she was in the light, it was too dangerous to return to the Lloyd family. More importantly, she would hate to see that woman every day. Douglas sighed, "Your father is right. You still hold a grudge against him, and you won't come back with me." Then he respectfully pulled out a high-end black card, "Here's your bank card, and the intact thirty billion dollars that belong to you." Then he waved to a bodyguard behind him, who quickly handed a brand new contract to Lyra.