Final Boarding Call: Divorcing My Billionaire Husband Chapter 2

I was forced onto Carter by his grandfather.

My grandfather and Carter’s grandfather had served in the military together.

On our wedding night, he unbuttoned his shirt halfway, stood up, and went out to the balcony to smoke.

Halfway through his cigarette, he turned his head.

"I own a lot of properties. I probably won't be coming home every day. Do whatever you want with your time."

He kept his word.

He only came back to our marital home about once a month.

Later, rumors of him with other women started splashing across the tabloids.

Before I even had the chance to call and ask him about it, he called me first.

"If you want a divorce, I will agree to it at any time."

That single sentence choked the words right out of my throat.

That day, all I could do was nod.

"I understand."

A few weeks later, he came home.

"Still haven't filed?"

At that moment, it hit me like a physical blow—he was desperate to end this marriage.

I just went to bed early, completely ignoring the topic.

In the middle of the night, my pillow was soaked with tears. No one knew that I had fallen in love with him a long time ago.

We had actually met seven years prior.

But he had long forgotten.