The Billboard Divorce: Exposing My Billionaire Husband

Jenna Foster had an unexpected miscarriage and lay in critical condition on the operating table. When a family member's signature was urgently needed, her husband was nowhere to be found. This was already the third time. When she was in a car accident, trapped in the mangled wreckage with her life hanging by a thread, he was in Northern Europe watching the aurora with Lynn. When she was cornered in an underground garage by a rival and left bleeding from a head wound after a scuffle, he was in a private kitchen coaxing Lynn to eat. Now she had suffered a miscarriage, losing the child they had long hoped for. When he was finally located, her husband was playing the Good Samaritan—helping Lynn find "relief." So this time. Three days later, in the heart of Northport—on the giant outdoor screen of Central Plaza Tower, a video suddenly began to play. In the video, Jason Pierce and Lynn Summers were disheveled, their continuous moans making it crystal clear what they were doing. The crowd erupted into hushed whispers. "Aren't Jason and Jenna known for being a devoted couple?" "I used to be so jealous every time they celebrated their anniversaries so publicly." "I heard they even risked being disowned by their families and went through hell just to be together. I never expected..." "I don't believe in love anymore. Devotion changes in the blink of an eye." ... Meanwhile, in Jason's office, the atmosphere had plummeted to freezing point. Sitting in his leather chair, his expression so dark it was practically dripping with malice, he snarled, "Jenna, what exactly are you trying to achieve?" Jenna stood across from him, her back rod-straight and her face an emotionless mask, as if she weren't the one who had just stirred up such a massive scandal. "How many times do I have to explain it to you?" Jason's voice carried a suppressed rage. "Lynn was drugged that night. It was an emergency! We got stuck in traffic on the way to the hospital, so I had to help her find relief first. We didn't even go all the way!" He slammed his hand on the desk. "And you? You went and put that video on the screen at Central Plaza Tower. Did you even consider the consequences? Lynn is just a young girl. How is she supposed to show her face in public again?" Hearing this, Jenna suddenly let out a low laugh. "Show her face?" She looked up, her gaze cold as ice, and said one word at a time, "It's simple. Why don't you just marry her?" With that, she pulled a Divorce Decree from her bag and slid it in front of him. "Sign it. It's better for both of us." Jason looked at the document, his expression darkening further. He swiped it away, sending the papers fluttering to the floor. "I told you, I don't feel that way about Lynn. Stop being so unreasonable." His tone softened slightly, tinged with a hint of helplessness. "She's the sister of my former secretary, Joey. Joey died saving my life, and after he passed, Lynn was left all alone with no one to rely on. Of course I have to look after her more. What's wrong with that?" "Look after her?" Jenna raised an eyebrow, her sarcasm deepening. "You've looked after her a bit too much, haven't you, Mr. Pierce? You moved her into our home and even neglected me, your lawful wife, for her sake. Are you telling me that's just 'looking after' her?" Jason was momentarily speechless. After a few seconds of silence, he spoke slowly. "You're just upset because the baby is gone and because I had physical contact with Lynn, aren't you?" "The baby is gone, but we can have another one. It's not that big of a deal. Besides, you had contact with several men back then, and I never held it against you, did I?" Boom— Those words were like a clap of thunder exploding in Jenna's mind. That was the deepest shadow in her heart, a nightmare she never wanted to revisit. At that time, she had been cornered by Jason's rivals and locked in a freezing warehouse, where she was humiliated and tortured until she was half-dead. She had called Jason countless times, but no one ever picked up. At that very moment, Jason was in a private kitchen, fussing over a picky Lynn and gently coaxing her to eat her carrots. When she was finally rescued, she was covered in injuries and in a state of mental shock. What those people had done to her became a scar she would carry for the rest of her life. Even now, she would wake up in the middle of the night trembling all over.