The Billionaire’s Regret: Chasing My Ex-Wife, the Untouchable Queen

"Bang!" A divorce agreement was thrown in front of Elena Lin. "Your sister has woken up, and I promised her that as long as she is alive, the position of Mrs. Bowen will never be given to anyone else." "Elena Lin, sign this, and we are getting divorced." In the month since her cousin woke up, Elena had already expected this scene. She raised her eyes and said in a hoarse voice, "You still don't believe me?" Michael Bowen sneered, "You have been a greedy and vain woman from the beginning to the end. What is there in you that is worthy of my trust?" "Elena Lin, don't make me say it a second time. Sign it, and this villa will belong to you. This is the last dignity I will give you!" There was a flash of sarcasm in Elena's eyes. Ha... Didn't Michael Bowen show mercy by not throwing her out of the house? Picking up the divorce agreement and seeing that his name had already been signed at the end, Elena said calmly, "Will Grandma agree?" "Do you think Grandma will keep supporting you endlessly?!" Michael looked at her coldly. "You know better than anyone why we got married, Elena Lin. Don't be greedy and make me hate you even more." Elena sneered, "What's the difference between hate and hate more?" Michael's expression suddenly darkened, his tone sharp. "Elena Lin!" Elena picked up the pen. "Alright, I'll sign." Her cousin had sent her countless intimate photos of herself and Michael. What was the point of holding on to this marriage? Elena crossed out the villa he had offered her and quickly wrote down her name without any hesitation. Their three-year marriage ended here. From now on, she was free. Elena stood up and said calmly, "Give me an hour, I'll pack up and leave." Michael pressed his lips into a thin line and stared at her, his voice deep. "This villa is for you. You don’t have to leave." "No need. I think the places where you are..." Elena chuckled and said word by word, "They are all dirty." "Elena Lin!" Ignoring the anger of the man behind her, Elena went upstairs. When Elena packed up and came downstairs, Michael was gone. However, the divorce agreement still sat on the coffee table, looking particularly eye-catching. She took a deep breath. After three years, she was about to say goodbye to this house and to the foolish woman she used to be. From now on, she would live for herself! She walked out, hailed a car, and headed straight to her own world. When Sophia Miles saw Elena arriving with a suitcase, she was completely stunned! "Oh my god, I'm not seeing things!" "You're not seeing things." Elena smirked. "This time, I'm listening to your advice and focusing on my career." Seeing Sophia still staring at her in shock, she added, "Don't you welcome me home?" Sophia’s face was full of disbelief. "For the past three years, you gave up everything for that man—your job, your life—just to be a housewife. What kind of lightning struck you today? You suddenly want to come back to work? You're not kidding me, right?" Sophia was Elena’s assistant. But only she knew Elena’s secret identity—the ace lawyer, Iris! A famous saying on the internet went: Iris is second, and no one is first. Many lawyers shuddered at the mere mention of her name. Elena put her suitcase away and turned to Sophia. She whispered, "Has anyone contacted me recently? Any interesting cases?" Sophia’s eyes flickered with hesitation. Then, she sighed and said regretfully, "Actually, there is one. The price is sky-high… but no one dares to take it. And you... can't take it."