18/09/2025
Title: My Husband Fell In Love With Me After The Divorce
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I received a divorce text message.
The sender was my husband, whom I had never met despite being married for a year through an arrangement.
He said he had been in love with a girl for ten years and wanted to divorce me to pursue her.
I agreed and casually asked for twenty million dollars as a settlement.
Later, I met a man who blushed because of a single glance from me.
He seemed to fall for me at first sight and asked for my contact information.
I told him I had a husband and was in the process of getting divorced.
He clenched his teeth in anger, swearing to make my jerk husband pay.
When I appeared before him in divorce court, his face turned pale instantly.
Chapter 1
I received a divorce text message.
The sender was my husband, whom I had never met despite being married for a year through an arrangement.
He said he had been in love with a girl for ten years and wanted to divorce me to pursue her.
I agreed and casually asked for twenty million dollars as a settlement.
Later, I met a man who blushed because of a single glance from me.
He seemed to fall for me at first sight and asked for my contact information.
I told him I had a husband and was in the process of getting divorced.
He clenched his teeth in anger, swearing to make my jerk husband pay.
When I appeared before him in divorce court, his face turned pale instantly.
..
That afternoon, I was analyzing the latest experimental data when my phone buzzed.
An unfamiliar number sent a brief message. "Hello, this is Simon Pierce. We need to talk."
I paused my lab notes, staring at the name that existed only on my marriage certificate.
I replied, "What's this about?"
His response came quickly. "I want a divorce."
Plain and direct.
A year had passed, and I had nearly forgotten I had a husband.
I stared at the message for a long time.
For the first time in a year, this name appeared to me as a living person.
I set the phone down and resumed analyzing data.
The results were as expected, nothing surprising.
Before I could reply, a second message followed. "I've loved a girl for ten years. To pursue her honestly, I need to end this arranged marriage. Name any compensation you want."
I set down the test tube and leaned back in my chair.
My thoughts drifted back to a year ago.
The man who called himself my father, Richard Vance, had proposed this marriage with the same cold, businesslike tone. "The Vance Group needs to merge interests with the Pierce Group."
His voice carried sharp calculation. "Simon Pierce is rumored to avoid women. My other daughters wouldn't take the risk. But you're different. You're clean, no scandals."
The father I had never met since birth spoke only in transactions.
My mother, before she passed, warned me he was no good and told me never to contact him.
But for my research funding, I agreed, also hoping to secretly investigate and seek justice for her.
Later, I met Simon's mother, the elegant and sharp Victoria Pierce.
"Simon's past makes him wary of women who approach him deliberately," she said, explaining the need for the marriage.
When she saw the classical piano sheet music on my desk and asked about my high school, I answered, "Lincoln Arts Academy."
Her eyes lit up instantly. "She's the one. The wedding will happen next week. The sooner, the better," she decided.
On the wedding day, the groom was absent, citing "urgent overseas business."
Victoria signed all the documents on his behalf, and my name changed from Ava Collins to Lila Vance.
"Simon is a simple boy," she said, holding my hand. "If anything comes up, come straight to me."
For a year, this "simple" husband never showed up.
I focused on my research without guilt, and he was just a name on my bank statements.
Now, he wanted a divorce.
I glanced at the funding warning notice on the lab wall, then at the neural regeneration factor data flickering on my screen.
The costs for phase two of the experiment far exceeded projections.
Since this marriage was a transaction, the divorce should be too.
I typed a single line on my phone. "Fine. I need twenty million dollars."
His reply came almost instantly. "Deal."
I barely exhaled when my phone buzzed frantically.
The caller ID showed a name I rarely contacted—Richard Vance.
As soon as I answered, Richard's fake charm shattered, his roar nearly piercing my eardrum. "You useless thing! Kicked out after just one year of marriage! Has the Pierce family already notified you?"
Before I could respond, his cold, venomous voice delivered my sentence.
His words grew sharper. "You and your dead mother are both worthless!"
At the mention of my mother, my fingers tightened.
"I'm warning you, from today, the Vance family won't give you a single cent! You've disgraced us!" The call ended abruptly.
I stared at the darkened phone screen.
It buzzed again with a bank notification. My account was frozen.
Perfect.
On one side, a vague promise of twenty million. On the other, a completely cut-off lifeline.
Now I had to bet that this husband, eager to chase his dream girl, would keep his word.
I reopened my lab notes and continued marking data.
For this experiment's goal, I could strike a deal with anyone.
My phone buzzed again. "Friday, ten a.m., Mendona Civil Court. The money will be transferred after the divorce is finalized."
I read the message, and a faint smile curved my lips.
I typed a reply and sent it. "Got it. Good luck with your girl."
Chapter 2
The Vance family cut off all my living expenses, leaving my bank account with just a few hundred dollars.
Richard's roaring voice from the phone call still echoed in my ears.
I stared at the bank balance reminder on my phone.
I had to secure the divorce settlement soon, or I wouldn't even cover next month's lab rent.
An invitation from the Federal Institute of Technology abroad sat on my desk, asking me to join their neuroscience research project next spring.
Without funding, it was all a pipe dream.
I needed to visit the embassy today to process an academic exchange visa, preparing for the future.
The consulate sat on Fifth Avenue, its classical architecture elegant and romantic in the sunlight.
I arrived half an hour early, but the line was already long.
While waiting in the queue, I noticed a striking man ahead of me.
He stood about six feet tall, dressed in a perfectly tailored dark gray suit, the fabric clearly custom-made.
His hair was neatly combed, and his profile was sharp and defined, the kind that made women steal extra glances.
He exuded the commanding aura of a successful man, as if born to stand at the top.
Oddly, whenever I glanced at him, he seemed to sense it and shifted uncomfortably.
I was puzzling over this when he suddenly turned around.
Our eyes met, and I clearly saw his ears turn red instantly.
He looked away as if burned, fidgeting with his documents, pretending nothing happened.
It was too amusing.
A man who appeared so mature and confident, with such a powerful presence, blushed because of a stranger's glance?
The contrast was adorable.
I started observing him with interest.
Every few minutes, he'd glance back casually, then quickly look away.
Each time our eyes met, his ears grew redder.
When his turn came, the staff addressed him respectfully. "Mr. Pierce, your documents are all in order."
Pierce? The name stirred something in me, but this city had plenty of Pierces. It was probably a coincidence.
His voice was low and magnetic. "Everything's here."
He sneaked another glance at me while speaking, his ears reddening further.
I couldn't help but want to laugh.
The contrast was striking—cool and commanding on the outside, yet shy like a schoolboy inside.
When my turn came, the visa process was quick and efficient.
After getting my visa, I prepared to leave.
As I stepped out of the consulate, I was surprised to see the "red-eared guy" still there.
He stood on the steps nearby, pretending to check his phone but stealing glances at me.
I slowed my pace deliberately, curious about his reaction.
He caught my gaze, snapped his head up, and his ears turned almost crimson.
He turned away in a panic, focusing on his phone, but I saw him swallow nervously.
I stood there, watching this intriguing man with amusement.
He was undeniably handsome, with a commanding presence, yet shy like a teenager in love.
The contrast made me want to tease him a little.
I was about to walk over for a "chance encounter" when he, like a startled animal, hurriedly pocketed his phone and strode toward the parking lot.
Watching his slightly flustered retreat, I couldn't help but chuckle softly.
This shy, red-eared guy was truly entertaining.
Chapter 3
At ten in the morning, my phone rang with a sharp tone.
"Get the divorce finalized soon. I want to be single again as soon as possible." It was the same unfamiliar number, the tone still cold and direct.
I set down the experiment report I was analyzing and rubbed my tired eyes.
I had stayed up late organizing data, and my mind felt foggy.
"Alright," I replied briefly.
"Tonight at seven, I'll take you to meet my mother to explain things. The place is Aureus Restaurant in the city center. I'll pick you up at your apartment."
I was finally going to meet this mysterious husband.
For a year, he had been just a name on a marriage certificate, without even a photo. "Fine, I'll be ready on time."
I closed my laptop and checked the time.
A few hours remained to prepare, so I needed to get ready.
Back at my apartment, I stood before my wardrobe, choosing carefully.
Though this was just a formality before the divorce, I was meeting Victoria, my elegant and formidable mother-in-law.
More importantly, I needed that twenty-million-dollar settlement to keep my research project alive.
I settled on a sleek black dress, simple yet formal.
At ten minutes to six, I went downstairs to wait for my unseen husband.
The evening was chilly, so I draped a thin coat over my shoulders and stood by the apartment entrance.
That's when I spotted a familiar figure.
The guy from the consulate, the one who blushed, stood at the street corner, seemingly waiting for someone.
He wore a deep blue suit today, still impeccably tailored with expensive fabric.
I watched him with interest, wondering if he'd blush as adorably as yesterday.
Sure enough, he sensed my gaze, glanced my way, and quickly looked away when he saw me watching.
I caught the telltale reddening of his ears.
What an intriguing man.
How could such a successful businessman get nervous over a stranger's glance?
I was chuckling to myself when my phone buzzed.
"Sorry, I can't meet tonight." It was Simon. "I just saw her on the street."
Her? Who was he talking about?
I frowned and kept reading.
"I can't let her see me with you. It'd cause a misunderstanding. If she knew I was married, I'd have to jump into a river to prove my innocence."
I nearly laughed at his ridiculous words. How old was this guy?
"She's truly wonderful, the most amazing person in the world." His messages kept coming. "Sorry for making you come out for nothing. Can we reschedule? I promise I'll make up for your time."
I was about to reply when he sent a photo.
It showed a girl playing the piano on a stage, her silhouette blurry, her face unclear.
She wore a long dress, sitting at the piano with an elegant, focused posture.
"The way she plays is so beautiful. It's the most perfect scene I've ever seen."
I felt exasperated. Did he really need to gush about his crush to his soon-to-be-ex-wife?
I studied the photo closely, and my heart skipped a beat.
The angle, the background, the stage setup… it looked familiar, but the image was too blurry, the lighting too dim to make out details.
Could it be…?
Though unclear, it did resemble how I looked during my high school performances.
I used to play the piano at various school events and had plenty of similar photos taken.
But it could just be a coincidence.
The world was full of girls who played the piano, and similar silhouettes weren't unusual.
I was about to pocket my phone and head upstairs when I noticed a black Bentley parked ahead.
Inside sat the guy from earlier, the one I'd seen at the consulate.
He was looking down at his phone, typing something.
Then he glanced around, his eyes quickly landing on me.
It was that sneaky, cautious look again, like he was afraid of getting caught.
A playful urge hit me, and I decided to walk over and tease him.
After all, we'd crossed paths at the consulate, so it wasn't entirely random.
But as I took a few steps toward him, he reacted like he'd been scalded, fumbling to press the window button.
The tinted window shot up, hiding him completely.
A second later, the car's engine roared, and it sped off.
I stood there, laughing out loud.
How could such a grown man act like a shy kid?
But I had to admit, it was pretty cute.
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