My Ex-husband Went to Jail After we Divorced

Nicolas Shaw became the chairman of a publicly listed company. On that very day, he proposed a divorce.

In an interview, Nicolas credited all his current achievements to the unwavering support of his beloved, who stood by him all the time.

However, his beloved wasn't me but his colleague, Gillian Ford. She was suffering from a terminal illness.

To treat Gillian, Nicolas spared no expense to hire a reclusive surgeon to lead the procedure. But he didn't realize that the medical genius he desperately sought was me.

He thought he had secured the support of the Ford Pharmaceutical Group, but a month later, I appeared on stage as a special consultant for the Ford Pharmaceutical Group to be interviewed.

A reporter asked me, "Dr. Sini, it's said that you've been out of the medical field for years. May I ask what prompted your return to the medical team?"

I glanced at Nicolas, who looked utterly shocked.

I replied, "My husband paid a lot of money for me to perform surgery on his lover."

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"Lorna, Nicolas openly displayed affection with his mistress during a live-streamed interview," Julie Ward, my friend, said angrily on the phone.

On TV, Nicolas was wearing the suit I meticulously picked for him. He was accepting an interview in the studio.

The host asked admiringly, "Mr. Shaw, what are you most proud of as the youngest chairman in the medical industry?"

Nicolas's smile broadened. "I am most proud of my lover. Though she battles a terminal illness, her strength is unwavering, and she has never left me. It's her support and companionship that have brought me to where I am today."

The host applauded with admiration, and the live audience erupted in excitement instantly.

"A remarkable and devoted guy!"

"The perfect gentleman!"

"Trust Mr. Shaw's integrity! Support his new products!"

Seeing these comments, I couldn't help but laugh.

Nicolas quickly rose to fame by crafting a persona as a devoted husband, which boosted the company's stock price.

Yet the "wife" he cherished wasn't me, who stood by him from nothing, but Gillian, the heiress of the Ford Pharmaceutical Group.

As soon as the broadcast ended, Nicolas called me. "Lorna, let's get a divorce."

I stubbornly asked, "Do you remember the promises you made when we got married?"

I played a recording from the day we got married. Nicolas had said to me, "Lorna, you are my love forever. Once my company makes money, I'll give you the chairman's position. I want to cherish and protect you forever."

Nicolas was surprised and said, "You kept that recording?"

It was once my most cherished memory. How could I not keep it?

But it seemed that I had mistaken trash for treasure.

I sneered, "If those who support you heard this, what would happen to your persona as a good guy? Would they still dare to buy products from a fraud like you?"

Nicolas's tone turned impatient. "The company is in a growth phase and desperately needs a good