Sign The Papers, Billionaire!

Synopsis

The second I woke up in this body, I walked straight into a dumpster fire. My five-year-old stepson, Hudson, was shrieking on the floor, a nasty red welt blooming on the back of his hand. Standing over me was my "billionaire" husband, Killian—fresh off a flight—and his supposedly "angelic" ex, Iris. "Eleanor, what the hell is wrong with you?" Killian's voice was ice. He stepped protectively in front of Iris. "She came here out of the goodness of her heart, and you shove her? You're taking it out on a kid now? Do you even have a soul?" Iris clutched her arm, her eyes brimming with performative tears. "Killian, don't. She's just... she's clearly threatened by me. She didn't mean it." The old Eleanor would've been on her knees by now, sobbing and begging for a second chance. Not me. I was a corporate slave who literally worked myself to death in my past life. In a house full of snakes and mind games, I was done being the victim. I was choosing violence. I grabbed the glass of milk from the table, downed it in one go, and shattered it against the floor. The room went dead silent. I pointed a finger directly at Killian's face, a manic, villainous grin spreading across my lips. "You're right. I don't have a soul. In fact, I'm just getting warmed up. I want a divorce. Right now! Sign the papers, Killian, or prove you're the spineless coward I think you are!"