My Alpha: Just Divorced, The Millionaire Seduced Me into Marriage

You just missed her, Asher

Stella had been avoiding home lately, choosing to stay at the hospital and focus on her health. For the first time in years, her priority was herself—recovering her strength, maintaining a balanced mood, and preparing for a fresh start. Each evening, after dinner, she took a walk outside, letting the sun warm her face and clear her thoughts.

“Stella! So, here you are.”

The voice was sharp and unmistakable. Stella looked up to find Eleanor, her sister-in-law, standing nearby with a smug smile plastered across her face. The sight of her seemed jarring in the peaceful setting, but Stella maintained her composure, watching Eleanor with a calm, collected gaze.

"So you saw it all that day, didn't you?" Eleanor's smile widened, her tone dripping with pride.

Stella raised an eyebrow. "And if I did?" she asked, her voice smooth.

Eleanor let out a laugh that barely masked her disdain. "If you know what's best for you, you'll leave on your own. My brother doesn't want you anymore. It would save you a lot of embarrassment."

Without missing a beat, Stella took out her phone and opened the recording app, her expression amused. "Care to say that again?"

For a moment, Eleanor hesitated, but then she sneered. "Scared, are you? I'll say it louder if it helps. My brother doesn't want you anymore. The sooner you clear out and make space for Grace, the better."

Stella's eyes sparkled with interest as she continued to encourage Eleanor. "And what makes you think they're 'true love'? My marriage with your brother wasn't?"

Eleanor let out a mocking laugh, pulling out her phone and flipping through her photos before holding it up to Stella's face. "See for yourself! Look how happy he was when Grace kissed him."

Stella glanced at the screen, her face calm. "Hmm. I see it. But I didn't notice him smiling all that happily. Why don't you send it to me so I can have a closer look?"

Pleased with her supposed victory, Eleanor readily sent over the photos. There were shots of a kiss on the cheek, even candid pictures of them with arms around each other, looking close. Eleanor didn't even hesitate to send a few more private shots.

"There you have it! Tell me, Stella, has my brother ever looked at you like that?" Eleanor scoffed. "I know you don't talk about it, but three years in and he's never even given you a temporary mark. Face it—an Alpha who'd rather spend all his time at the office than come home and bond with you? That's not love."

Stella watched Eleanor with a faint smile, then glanced down at her phone, where the photos were now stored. She calmly pocketed the device and stood up. "Thank you for making that so clear. You should go. I need to rest now."

Eleanor's face twisted into a sneer. "Go ahead and be smug for now. It's only a matter of time before my brother divorces you for good."

Stella didn't respond, just watched her sister-in-law stomp off with a bemused smile. When Eleanor was gone, she pulled out her phone, satisfied with the photos and audio recordings. It was more than enough to take to her lawyer.

......

An hour later, Stella was seated in Lawyer Caleb's office at Watchtell Law Firm.

"Lawyer Caleb, will these photos and recordings be enough?" she asked, showing him the evidence she'd gathered.

Caleb glanced through the photos and nodded thoughtfully. "It's plenty. If we're careful with how we use them, this will strengthen your case. Just make sure you list out all your husband's assets. And until we've properly documented everything, don't mention divorce to him—it'll only make him more cautious."

Stella nodded, determined. "Understood. Oh, and about the $500,000 I had him transfer to me the other day, as a voluntary gift for joining him at the dinner—does that still hold up?"

Caleb gave her an approving smile. "Yes, absolutely. That's smart. It'll be helpful."

After wrapping up her meeting, Caleb waited until Stella had left before placing a call to Asher. "You just missed her, Asher. "

"?" Asher's face was full of black lines, and he said coldly: "I asked my eldest brother to bid for the Sydne project."

Caleb was speechless, he knew clearly that the project was chosen by their family first. "No, buddy. You missed it yourself, how can you blame me?"

There was a pause before Caleb smirked. "Actually, she'll be at the Parker family dinner this weekend."

A faint hint of satisfaction came through Asher's voice. "Good. I'll be there."

......

Meanwhile, Nathan was growing restless. It had been five days since Stella had last come home. She wasn't answering his calls, and her attitude made it clear she was no longer interested in playing the role of his devoted wife. He typed out a message, his mood darkening as he hit send: "Don't forget about the private dinner tonight."

The response was almost immediate: a single "OK" emoji.

Nathan's jaw tightened as he stared at the screen. What was she playing at? Was this some game of hard-to-get, or was she really serious about leaving him?

Later, outside the Golden Palace Hotel, a polite but firm waiter stopped him. "Sir, I'll need to see your invitation."

Nathan's expression turned dark. "I'm here with Stella. She knows the Parker family well. I'll go in, and she'll be here soon."

The waiter didn't budge, merely offering an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry, sir, but this is a private event. No invitation, no entry."

Nathan's irritation simmered as he stepped aside, unwilling to argue further. Eleanor, standing beside him, shifted uncomfortably, sensing the eyes of the other guests as they walked by. She tugged on Nathan's sleeve, her voice low but urgent. "Brother, when will she get here?"

Nathan sighed, feeling his patience wearing thin. "I don't know. Why don't you call her yourself?"

Eleanor's nose wrinkled in disdain. She would never give Stella the satisfaction of calling her. Just then, fifteen minutes later, Stella stepped out of a sleek black car, heels clicking as she made her way toward them. Nathan's irritation momentarily faded as he took in her appearance.

Stella had chosen a black, fitted fishtail dress that hugged her waist and accentuated her figure, the high slit revealing a glimpse of her long, graceful legs as she walked. Her collarbones caught the dim light, drawing his eyes to her smooth, ivory skin.

"You're here," he said, his voice wavering between annoyance and softened.

Stella raised her gaze, her eyes calm but cool. "I don't believe I'm late, am I?"

Eleanor let out an indignant huff. "Are you kidding? We've been waiting for fifteen minutes! My brother and I—"

Stella barely spared her a glance. She met Nathan's gaze evenly, a small, knowing smile on her lips, as if to remind him that she had her own pace now.