How I Became His Unforgettable Ex

The Billionaire Ex-Husband Wants a Second Chance Synopsis At fourteen, Luzie Smith fell head over heels for the ultimate high-society prince, Allyn Hall. The entire upper crust mocked her—after all, Allyn was the future heir of the old-money Hall family, while she was just the daughter of a coal-mining upstart. By twenty-four, Luzie had stunned them all by becoming Luzie Hall, Mrs. Hall, and sent shockwaves through high society. Allyn's admirers wept and gossiped, convinced she'd used some dark magic to steal his heart. "Yes, I'm the 'wicked witch' you can't kill." Luzie would smirk, though she'd never admit her "dark magic" was simply giving Allyn her entire heart—and every penny of her family fortune. Allyn accepted her wealth but ignored her love. As he flaunted his affairs, she spiraled in public humiliation, and the more she unraveled, the more his wealth grew. In their fifth year of marriage, he finally quit his wandering ways. But by then, Luzie was done. She stood before a throng of reporters and announced, "We're getting a divorce!" "Mrs. Luzie Hall, it's rumored that your husband, Allyn Hall, has been cozying up with the latest starlet, Karoline. Not only did he invest in several big-budget films for her, but he's also been spotted on set visiting her. Does that make you feel... threatened?" "I don't know Karoline, and I don't feel threatened." "Oh, really? Well, here's a picture of Karoline. My, what a lovely blonde beauty she is. You're sure you don't feel threatened?" "Whether I feel threatened doesn't matter. Do you feel threatened?" "Excuse me, what—ow! Mrs. Luzie Hall, did you just hit me with your shoe? That's so rude—ow!" On the TV, the red-haired woman turned to face the camera, her voice ringing clear and strong over the commotion of reporters around her. "Allyn and I are getting a divorce. So, stop asking me about this crap from now on!" The screen went black. I looked up at my own reflection on the massive TV screen—a red-haired woman with flawless makeup, in the exact same green, jeweled dress from the footage, decked out in a collection of oversized jewelry on my neck and hands. Ugh, I should've raised my hand just a bit higher so the camera could've caught my twenty-carat diamond ring, the one I shelled out a fortune for at an auction just last month... "Luzie Hall." That familiar, ice-cold voice, smooth and magnetic, pulled my gaze toward him. He was sitting across the room, one long leg draped casually over the other on a ridiculously expensive, museum-worthy antique sofa. His pant leg was pulled up just slightly, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of his ankle. I swallowed, my eyes drifting up along his strong, toned thigh, then up to his waist, where the buttons of his suit were barely holding on. The fabric of his shirt stretched over firm muscle, rising and falling with each heartbeat, as if daring me to rip it open. "Come on, do it," that voice beneath the fabric seemed to taunt. Swallowing again, I clenched my fists, forcing my gaze further upward. That perfectly defined collarbone, that tempting dip of his Adam's apple, those maddeningly kissable lips, that high-bridged nose just waiting to be traced with my tongue... and finally, those cool, piercing gray eyes. Allyn's mocking expression met my gaze, his face emotionless. "You've got a lot of nerve, telling the media you want a divorce. Do you even understand what happens if that interview goes public?" For a second, I was thrown back in time. It was ten years ago at some high-society gala. I'd gotten into a spat with a socialite over who would get to dance with Allyn, and we'd fought all the way from the second-floor ballroom to the garden, where I barely managed to emerge from the pool one second before her, claiming victory. But Allyn, frowning as he ignored my hopeful gaze, had brushed past my dripping-wet hand and escorted another flawless socialite onto the dance floor—just like he'd done so many times before. Drunk and defiant after downing two bottles of whiskey, I'd shouted, "Allyn Hall, just you wait! One day, I'll marry you!" The crowd had erupted in laughter, mocking the coal miner's daughter for her audacious fantasy. Allyn had approached me then, wearing that same expression of icy disdain. "You've got a lot of nerve, saying you'd marry me in front of all these people. And why would I ever choose you?" Then, five years ago, on the night that sealed it all, I'd laid out every penny I owned before Allyn—stocks, bonds, cash accounts, real estate—even my collection of luxury handbags. I'd looked into those cold gray eyes, speaking each word slowly. "If you marry me, everything I own now, and everything I'll inherit in the future, will be yours. You can use it to pull Hall Holdings out of its crisis." For a moment, his gray eyes had widened before settling back into that cold expression. "You've got a lot of nerve, throwing yourself at someone who doesn't love you. Do you even understand the consequences?" Now, I did. I glanced at the blank TV screen and, looking into those gray eyes, smiled sweetly. "You didn't let it go public, though, did you?" Half my smile was coy, and the other half was pure sugar. Today was supposed to be about my design award, with at least twenty reporters covering the event, yet four hours had passed, and no one had heard a word about the Hall family's heir getting a divorce. No media outlet would ever pass up a scoop like this unless someone had paid a fortune to buy it out. Allyn. It could only be him. 'Oh, so he does care. He doesn't really want to divorce me.' A foolishly sweet grin spread across my face, and Allyn looked at me as if I were completely unhinged. "It seems you really don't understand the consequences. So let me be generous and explain them." Consequences? Weren't they already clear enough? I'd just learned he actually cared about me. Still grinning like a fool, I felt the urge to cry. Five years married to Allyn, fifteen years in love with him, and finally, I'd seen a hint of his feelings. 'Thank you, i***t reporter, and your i***t questions! You pushed me to blurt out that I wanted a divorce!' Allyn rose from the other side of the room, and my heart pounded wildly. Standing up, he looked even more breathtaking. That tall, powerful frame, that elegant stride—just as handsome as ever! In fact, he looked even better now, with a touch of maturity that made him even more irresistible. I stole a quick glance at the TV screen, satisfied to see I looked just as fiery and stunning as ever, and proudly thrust out my chest. Then I heard him say, "Here's the agreement your father, Mr. Aulton Smith, and I signed before our marriage. If either of us initiates a divorce, we forfeit all assets."