The Divorced Billionaire Heiress

After three years of a loveless marriage, treated as a mere blood bank and servant by her husband and his family, Nicole Stanton, a secret heiress, finally decides to break free. But escaping the clutches of the powerful Ferguson family and reclaiming her true identity won't be easy, especially when her ex-husband begins to realize what he's lost.

The Divorced Billionaire Heiress

After three years of a loveless marriage, treated as a mere blood bank and servant by her husband and his family, Nicole Stanton, a secret heiress, finally decides to break free. But escaping the clutches of the powerful Ferguson family and reclaiming her true identity won't be easy, especially when her ex-husband begins to realize what he's lost.

The persistent 'Ding!' of her phone shattered the silence of the opulent, yet painfully empty, living room. Nicole stared at the screen, a cold knot forming in her stomach. The sender was 'Hubby,' and the message, stark and familiar, read: "Please go to the hospital to donate blood as soon as possible." Another alert immediately followed—a transfer of $500,000.

This monthly ritual, a chilling reminder of her three-year marriage to Eric Ferguson, felt heavier than usual. This month alone, she'd already given blood three times for Wendy Quade. A dizzying wave of fever hit her, a souvenir from standing in the rain, waiting for a husband who didn't even know she was sick.

Before she could even process the familiar ache, an unknown number delivered the final blow: "He slept over at my place last night. If I were you, I’d find a rope to hang myself. You’re just an interfering homewrecker!" Followed by a photo—Eric, sleeping soundly, Wendy Quade nestled on his shoulder, a smug curl to her lips.

Just then, the Ferguson Villa called. Eric's mother, Quinn, barked, "Nicole, did you forget what day it is? The maids are off today, so hurry up and come over to cook for us!"

Something inside Nicole snapped. Three years of enduring, three years of being a doormat, a walking blood bank, a nominal wife. It was over.

With trembling fingers, but a newfound steel in her soul, she typed one message to Eric: "Let’s get a divorce."