Ex-husband Unmasked He’s a Billionaire?

Chapter 1

Chapter 1 “Why, Madison? Why did you have to do this to me?

“Did | not treat you well in our five years of marriage? Why did you have to go sleep with another man behind my back?” Cameron Morgan asked angrily.

A beautiful woman in black office wear sat before him in the villa.

On the table between them were several photos of her being intimate with another man as they walked into a hotel. “Did you stalk me, Cameron?” Madison Parker furrowed her brow as she stared at the photos on the table.

There was not an ounce of regret on her face, just coldness. “If that’s the case, then let’s just divorce.”

“Divorce?” A low buzz sounded in Cameron's mind upon hearing that. He suddenly felt like he might collapse.

He had only wanted Madison to give him an explanation for her actions and tell him it wasn’t what he thought it was, even if that may be a lie.

Yet what Madison gave him was a suggestion of divorce.

“Yes, divorce. Here’s the papers. You can sign right here.” Madison pulled out a set of papers from her Hermes bag worth hundreds of thousands of dollars and set it in front of Cameron.

Cameron stared at the papers in disbelief before turning to Madison. “Have you wanted to divorce me from the start?” “You forced me to. | hate it when people stalk me,” Madison said coldly. “So it’s still all my fault in the end?”

“Don't look at me like that, Cameron. You've been depending on me for all these years. You have no right to concern yourself with who I'm with.”

“No right to concern myself? You’re my wife, Madison! My lawfully wedded wife!” Cameron wanted to yell, yet all his strength disappeared the instant he looked at the divorce papers.

Cameron clenched his hands into fists, his nails digging into his palm.

“So what?” Madison was nonchalant about it. “If you don’t want to, then divorce me. But let me set the bar straight first-since you can’t accept my behavior post-marriage, you have to leave empty handed.”

Cameron's eyes widened as he stared at Madison in shock. He had never imagined she would say things like this before this incident.

Was Madison still the kind young girl Cameron met fifteen years ago? The girl who gave him food and words of encouragement when he was at his lowest?

“Alright, enough wasting my time. Hurry up and sign the divorce papers,” Madison’s cold tone interrupted Cameron’s train of thought.

Cameron turned back to Madison, this cold-blooded and selfish woman. Women change in adulthood, sure. Madison’s appearance had changed, but did her personality change so greatly too? Cameron could no longer see the glow of hope and kindness in Madison's eyes from all those years ago.

He grew disappointed. “I realized you really have changed, Madison. Sometimes | wonder if you're still the girl from all those years ago.”

“What are you trying to say, Cameron? | advise you to not talk about these useless matters if you’re only trying to drag time out,” Madison said coldly.

What girl from years ago? She had never met Cameron prior to their marriage.

Cameron didn’t answer. He only asked as a final confirmation, “Do you really want to divorce me, Madison?” “Yes,” she said steadfastly.

“| understand.” Cameron sighed. His gaze darkened.

Madison was taken aback by the sudden change. Cameron seemed to have become an entirely different person in that split second.

But when Madison looked again, Cameron was still the same Cameron — the meek little man who cooked and kept house for her.

Her tone was already filled with disdain. “You should’ve known we're not from the same world from the start.”

“Yeah.” Cameron didn’t retort this time. “You’re a powerful CEO who’s on Yrando’s list of top ten outstanding businessmen. I’m nothing but a dishwasher and personal chef, someone you think is utterly useless.”

Madison was surprised by how clearly Cameron was seeing things right now.

Avain smile appeared on her face. “Looks like you've finally understood how useless and incompatible you are with me.” “Haha, is that so?” Cameron smiled sarcastically. “To be honest, | have to thank you for showing me your true colors today.” “What do you mean?” Madison frowned.

“What do | mean? Five years... Five whole years... When have | not warmed up dinner for you when you came home late? I massaged your feet when you're tired and spent entire nights taking care of you when you got period pains.From NôvelDrama.Org.

“You said you wanted to start your own business, so | gave you my assets to support your endeavor. Five years... Even a dog would have had some affection after so many years...”

“That’s enough from you, Cameron!” Madison snapped, interrupting his words. She reacted like a cat that had had its tail stepped on. Her face was red with anger.

“| never asked you to do any of that! You did all of that of your own volition! And my company only made it to where it is today because of my hard work and effort. All these years of living off of my resources is enough repayment for the money you gave me!”

“Is that so?” Cameron gazed at Madison like she was a stranger. “Do you really think your success today is credited to you alone?”

“Isn't it?” Madison retorted.

Cameron didn’t respond.

He swiftly signed his name on the divorce papers, no longer seeing any hope in this relationship.

Cameron set the pen down and tossed the papers in front of Madison. He said coldly, “I hope you don’t regret this divorce in the future.”

Cameron then turned around. “What's with the attitude, Cameron? Stop and explain yourself!” Madison roared angrily. But Cameron never gave her a second glance as he walked out of the villa.

There was nothing worth cherishing in this place anymore.

Ding!

Cameron's phone rang the moment he stepped out the gate.

In the next instant, two rows of black Maybachs drove towards him. Each vehicle was worth millions. They came to a stop in front of Cameron.

The doors opened and dozens of men in suits and shades stepped out. They formed a straight line in front of Cameron before bowing to him.

“We are here on behalf of Lord Blackheart, Mr. Morgan!” They cried out in unison.