The Billionaire's Satisfying Revenge on His Gold-Digging Ex

"Ethan Ashford, take a good look. That is the court's divorce decree. As of today, we are no longer husband and wife."

Delia Pruitt didn't hand me the papers—she flung them. The crisp sheets slapped against my chest before scattering across the floor.

The words hit like a physical blow. A chill spread from my core, freezing me in place.

I bent down, fingers trembling as I retrieved the judgment. Disbelief warred with the ink on the page. When I looked up, the woman before me wasn't the gentle wife I knew. Her gaze, once warm, had turned to ice—contemptuous and cold.