Gorgeous Mrs. Fontaine after Divorce

The sound of the door opening in the hallway startled Wendy Thomson, who was curled up and sleeping on the sofa.

"Honey, you're back..."

Her eyes widened in surprise as she saw the two figures entering the hallway. Wendy froze in place.

The words left unspoken on her lips.

Ryan Fontaine gently took the woman's hand and walked towards Wendy, his voice indifferent but chilling her entire body.

Let’s get a divorce, Wendy. Cindy is back. I want to marry her!

After speaking, he handed her the prepared divorce agreement from a distance.

It felt like a bucket of ice water was poured over her head, extinguishing her enthusiasm.

The words "divorce agreement" entered her eyes, and her eyes couldn't help but become acidic. She almost mechanically took it, lowered her gaze to look at the black and white text, and her lips trembled slightly.

"A downtown villa, East City commercial street, fifty million in cash..." she raised her gaze, her eyes turning red. "Is this the compensation you're giving me for our divorce?"

Three years of sexless marriage, in exchange for so many compensations.

In theory, what more could she want?

But marrying Ryan was never about the money!

Ryan's brows furrowed, his black eyes indifferent, "If you're not satisfied, you can propose other conditions. If they are reasonable, I will fulfill them all!"

"Ryan, don't say that. It will hurt Miss Thomson. She loves you so much. Even knowing that you don't love her, she still married you without hesitation. How could she possibly want your money?" Cindy Stewart linked arms with the man, her tone playful and petulant.

But besides money, I have nothing else to give her! I only have you in my heart from the start!

The heartless words felt like a sharp knife, cruelly stabbing Wendy’s heart, making it difficult to breathe.

"Ryan, you can say these things to me in private..." Cindy smirked, provocatively looking at Wendy, as if mocking her for her three years of foolishness.

"Ugh..."

Feeling a wave of discomfort in her stomach, Wendy bent over and couldn't hold back the urge to gag.

Ryan's brows furrowed even deeper.

Cindy frowned and bit her lip.

The two of them looked at her in unison.

"Sorry, you make me want to puke!" Wendy stood up straight, looking at Cindy disdainfully, "This is the first time I've seen a mistress so shamelessly confident! Truly bringing glory to women."

Cindy's expression changed, she stepped forward and grabbed Wendy’s hand, "The one who isn't loved is the true third wheel. Ryan and I truly love each other. If Ryan had found me earlier, you wouldn't even be here!"

Round and sharp fingernails pinched her arm aggressively as if they were piercing her skin. Wendy quickly pulled back her hand in pain.

"Don't touch me, you..."

"Ah..."

Cindy screamed and lost control, falling to the ground.

"Cindy!"

Ryan quickly stepped forward, helped Cindy up, and hugged her protectively.

"Wendy Thomson, you’re going too far. Cindy is seriously ill, and you dare to push her on purpose. If you continue to act this way, I’ll kick you out with nothing!" The cold and stern voice crushed Wendy's last hope.

She sneered, "Don't worry! I won't take a penny of your money, save it to buy yourselves a coffin!"

Stubbornly holding back tears, as if trying to maintain her last shred of dignity.

Ryan's expression was extremely cold, "I never expected you to be so malicious, is this your true self?"

“Ryan... I feel so terrible…”

Cindy suddenly clutched her chest, breathing rapidly, and her pretty face quickly turned pale.

Ryan, ignoring his dispute with Wendy, nervously picked up Cindy and hurriedly walked out. Brushing past, he coldly said, "If anything happens to Cindy, I will make you accompany her in death!"

“Ryan, we have been married for three years, spending day and night together. Have you ever loved me? Even for a moment!”

Ryan hesitated for a moment, “No! Sign the divorce agreement and move out from here!”

Dropping this sentence, he left without looking back.

Even though she knew, she still asked self-destructively. However, when she heard the answer, Wendy felt numb and speechless.

With a dim expression, she took out her phone and dialed a number.

"I’m divorced! Post it on the dark web, just say that the divine healer Sheryl is back!"

In the VIP ward, Cindy lay on the hospital bed with a pale face.

Ryan stood by the bed, his expression heavy.

Chad Fields knocked on the door and whispered, "Mr. Fontaine, there's news about the divine healer Sheryl!"

Ryan got up and walked out, closing the door behind him.

"Have you contacted the divine healer herself? If she can cure Cindy, I'm willing to offer her one hundred million dollars!"

Chad said, "I've contacted her, but no response yet! I’ll follow up and continue to message her."

"Okay." Ryan rubbed his brow and asked, "Has Wendy left?"

"Yes, Miss Thomson has signed the divorce agreement and moved out of the Star Garden." Chad hesitated, "She didn't take anything with her, choosing to leave with nothing."

Ryan was taken aback, "She didn't ask for anything?"

"Indeed, Mrs... Miss Thomson has no job, no money, and is not sure how she will live in the future..." Chad felt sorry for the lady from the bottom of his heart, but after all, this was Mr. Fontaine's decision. As a working man, he had no right to interfere.

“Ah! Pretending to be aloof.”

He'd love to see how she, now with nothing, would survive without him.

...

The black Bentley suddenly stopped in front of the luxury mansion in the suburbs.

Gothic style, huge courtyard, unparalleled luxury.

James Lowe got out of the car and opened the back door.

"Madam Wendy, we have arrived!"

A slender leg stretched out as Wendy bent over to get out of the car.

With milky skin, exquisite makeup, long black hair reaching her waist, and a black fitted coat wrapping around her graceful figure, she exuded a cold and aloof air.

At the entrance of the villa, Mr. Lawrence, the housekeeper who received the message, along with several servants, bowed respectfully and greeted her.

"Welcome back, Master!

Wendy walked into the entrance slowly with one hand in her pocket, under the gaze of everyone.

Passing by Butler Lawrence, she whispered, 'Old Lawrence, long time no see!'

Tears welled up in Butler Lawrence's eyes instantly.

'Master, you are finally back!'"

James finished a phone call and quickly caught up.

"Madam Wendy, as soon as you announced your return today, someone on the dark web offered one hundred million dollars to have you treat them!"

"Check the identity of the person, if everything is fine, accept it!"

Wendy sat at the desk. Her eyes were on the notebook in front of her. Her slender fingers flew through the pages.

"Madam Wendy, I found out, the one offering one hundred million dollars for your treatment is..." James hesitated, gritted his teeth, and said, "Your ex-husband... Ryan Fontaine!"

Upon hearing this, Wendy paused in her movements and cast a cold gaze at him, exuding bone-chilling coldness.

The look in her eyes made James feel a chill all over his body, feeling sorry for her, "this scumbag, just divorced you and immediately spent a fortune to find a divine healer to treat mistress Stewart, shameless to the extreme! Should I help you reject him right now?"

As he was about to leave, he heard a voice from behind.

"Wait!"

"Madam Wendy?"

James turned around and looked at her in disbelief.

In a moment of silence, Wendy said calmly, "No one in this world would say no to money. He has money, doesn't he? Respond, five billion, not a penny less!"

James took a sharp breath, "F... five billion?"

This was simply an astronomical amount!

Even in the past, it was an unprecedented price.

Wendy sneered, "Isn't he claiming that Cindy is his true love? Just five billion, he shouldn't care about this little amount of money!"

Didn't he say that besides money, he can't give her anything?

Without making him bleed heavily, how can her resentment be resolved?