Let’s Divorce. Mrs. Wright Is Done Playing Nice.

Three years of marriage.

Three miscarriages.

The day Stella Rowan lost her baby for the third time, Evan Wright was at the hospital with his sister-in-law, waiting for her to give birth to twins.

When Stella walked out of the hospital, she finally made her decision. She handed her soon-to-be ex-husband a divorce agreement.

“Let’s divorce. It’s for your own good.”

“Divorce?” Evan scoffed. “You really think you can let go? And if you’re trying to hold on to me, don’t dress it up as doing me a favor. That fake concern is pathetic.”

Stella just smiled. She didn’t argue. She turned and walked away.

She really was doing it for his sake.

After all, she’d found a new backer.

Even though Evan sits atop Harbor City’s financial empire, he’s about to meet someone he can’t afford to cross.

Once she cut ties with the past, Stella stopped pretending. One by one, her new identities came to light, leaving the Wright family completely stunned.

Wasn’t she supposed to be the girl with no family backing, the easy target everyone bullied?

A multinational CEO said, “Stella, get divorced already. I’ve waited long enough.”

A financial tycoon declared, “Divorce. If you don’t, I’ll take the Wright family down.”

An international lawyer smiled and said, “The divorce itself is easy. Stella, if you’d just look at me once, I’d have everything I need.”

Evan had always believed Stella would never leave him.

Not until the day he realized she had become someone far beyond his reach.

In that moment, every assumption he’d ever made about her collapsed.

A hospital room.

The sharp scent of disinfectant made Stella Rowan feel nauseous as she lay weakly on the bed.

The call connected. Stella spoke first. “I had a miscarriage and would need an emergency abortion. Can you come to me?”

There was a brief pause on the line.

Then the man spoke, his voice low and irritated. “Since when did you get pregnant? Why didn’t I know anything about it? Stella Rowan, even if you’re being dramatic, there should be a limit.”

“Are you coming or not?”

That single word, dramatic, lit a fuse in Stella’s chest.

“I really don’t have time to argue with you today.”

Facing her anger, Evan Wright tried to keep the impatience out of his voice.

A cold numbness washed over her. She didn’t say another word and pulled the phone away from her ear.

Just as she was about to hang up, a woman’s voice came through the line.

“Sir, the C-section was a success. The mother delivered healthy twins, a boy and a girl.”

Stella’s world went completely dark.

He was in the same hospital.

But he was there with his sister-in-law through the birth of twins.

And his own child was facing a miscarriage procedure.

Stella pressed the end-call button without hesitation.

A female doctor in black-rimmed glasses walked in and stopped by the bed. She pulled out a pen and began writing on the form, the