Divorced My Husband, Now He Is On His Knees

“My lawyer will bring the divorce papers tomorrow and you can sign it. Once it's a month, I will have it delivered to the court." Liam explained with calmness.

“Fine, but you will have to act according to my rules now," I said, and Liam looked at me with eyebrows furrowed.

“I have conditions I would like you to pay keen attention to it."

Liam didn't pry too much, and instead, he told me to go ahead.

“Okay. I would like to have my separate room."

“Fine," Liam agreed without batting an eyelid.

“I don't want to share meals with you or anything. I will walk the way I want and do everything I want in my way."

“Accepted," Liam replied.

I released my hands under my bosom and clasped them together. I bit my lips in nervousness and braced myself. I'm no longer a teenager.

“I don't want us having s*x," I said, looking at the wall. A blush crept to my cheeks which made me shut my eyes tight, muttering some curses under my breath.

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Emily had an arranged marriage to Liam Nolan, the ruthless billionaire in Los Angeles. Although she always had a crush on him Liam never recuperated her feelings. Despite the love she has for him, Liam didn't hesitate to treat her like trash. Betrayed by her sister, Emily's life was cruelly cut short.

However, she was granted a second chance and this time, Emily swore to not repeat the same mistake she made in her past life.

What happens when she realizes her ruthless husband has no intention of letting her go in this lifetime?

Would she find the strength to break free, or would Liam's relentless pursuit rekindle the flames of their passionate yet toxic love?

EMILY'S POV

“I'm done with you, Emily. I never knew you could stoop so low. Bringing a bastard child into my home to claim it's mine?"

I felt air suck out of my lungs when my husband, Liam, uttered those words with rage in his eyes. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I held on to the front of my dress. My baby bump couldn't let me stand well but what broke me more was the look Liam gave me.

It was filled with disgust and hatred, which made me doubt whatever I was going to say was going to change a thing.

"Liam, please, this is our child..." I began but my voice faltered when a slap suddenly landed on my cheek. My gaze became blurry as more tears threatened to escape my eyes. It stung but the person who slapped me was none other than my fake sister. She was the princess while I was nothing but her shadow.

“How could you lie to my face?" My sister yelled in front of me with pure hatred in his eyes. She cleaned her hand with a handkerchief as if I were a rag before stomping the handkerchief on