The CEO's Ex-Wife Is A Famous Doctor

"I want a divorce! I am now the CEO of the Thompson Group of Companies- the master of the Thompsons. My father can no longer control me. I am done with your selfishness!" Evan Thompson, her husband, towered over her as he yelled. "I thought I knew you. I thought you would change, but I was wrong to think that you deserved a chance!" "Evan, please," Shantelle's words broke in and out. This wasn't the first time her husband had brought up the divorce in the past few months, but now he had the divorce papers in his hand. Fear crept into Shantelle's heart, knowing how serious he was this time. She reasoned, "I thought you were cheating on me. So I did every married woman would do and confront a mistress whom you have been housing in a luxury apartment -" "I was only helping her!" Evan insisted. "She isn't a mistress! Why are you so insecure?" "Nicole has no one. I brought her here to Rose Hills, and she is my responsibility. Two years ago, Nicole quit her job in Lockwood to be with me

Dark circles formed around her eyes as Shantelle packed her bags at five in the morning. She kept returning to the closet and deciding on what to bring. Evan bought her a few dresses. Even if they were in a loveless marriage, somehow, he had thought about her. "I think it's better not to bring anything that would remind me of Evan," she mumbled and resumed packing only those she bought with her father's money. When she was done, she called for her father's driver and asked him to pick her up. Only then did she read the terms of their divorce. She read it once and twice until it all sunk into her head. "You are getting a divorce, Shanty. You are getting a divorce," she repeated. "No more crying. Cry later when you are at home." "Ten million dollars." She reread. Evan would give her ten million dollars as alimony for accepting the divorce terms. Shantelle marked out the alimony. She affixed her signature on the correction. Afterward, she cautiously signed her name on every page

"Sweetheart, if he can't appreciate you, then he doesn't deserve you," Doctor William Scott said. "I'm glad you have come to that decision."William and Eleanor Scott embraced their weeping daughter inside the Scotts family mansion. "I loved him, dad, mom. How I wish it did not have to end this way -" Shantelle expressed, but her mother cut her off. "But more importantly, you have to love yourself," Eleanor suggested. As Shantelle pulled away from her parents, her father suggested, "It's time to put yourself first, my dearest Shanty.""When you married Evan, you lost yourself - your dreams and aspirations. I know you loved Evan, but there's more to life than that boy." William lifted Shantelle's chin and suggested, "You deserve better."If it were two years ago, William would have wanted Evan as a son-in-law, but since Shantelle married him, he saw through her sadness. In the first few months of their marriage, his daughter was still elated at being with Evan. However, as the month

"Shanty! Are you excited about your going away party!" Karise said with glee. Her short black hair bounced as she jumped at the idea. Shantelle had just arrived at her best friend's home. She had called her days before, informing her that her family was leaving Rose Hills permanently. They cried over the phone, but soon, they covered the bright future ahead of Shantelle. It was more than enough to lighten up their mood. "Shants!" Celeste, another girl with red hair, exclaimed. "I can't believe I'm taking my prim and proper girl out to a club!" Felice, Shantelle's other friend, flew all the way from another city to see her that day. She said, "I am going to teach you how to dance, bitch!" Karise, Celeste, and Felice were Shantelle's college friends, which she had neglected since her marriage with Evan. Her world revolved around Evan, and she missed out on all the good fun during her last year in college. The four friends changed into dresses and put on their makeup at Karise's h

Evan managed to flee from Shantell's friends. Unfortunately, his beloved sports car did not escape Shantelle's vomit. "Urggh. This is awful!" Shantelle said in disgust after throwing up on the side of Evan's car. Her dress got partly stained, and she absolutely reeked of alcohol. "I'm never going to drink again." 'Damn, my favorite car.' Evan was behind the wheel. His other hand stretched to Shantelle's back. He stroked her back, saying, "You are never drinking again, Shanty. You got that?! You can't hold your liquor." "Ha! It's your fault I'm drinking, you asshole!" She unwittingly said before heaving. She rolled back the car windows and emptied the contents of her stomach. Yes, she puked on the empty streets as Evan drove through the night. "I'm not taking you to your parents like that," Evan announced before taking another turn. After thirty minutes, they arrived at their villa. Evan carried Shantelle, princess style. As he paced into the house, Shantelle kept spouting nonse