The Billionaire's Biggest Mistake: Losing Her

To Get the Divorce Papers

Ever since their marriage, Charles rarely came home. He was either absent for ten days to half a month or would return in the middle of the night. Today was the first time he had returned so early.

Is it true that the minds of those in power are hard to fathom? Juan Rodriguez, the household servant, wondered but didn’t voice his curiosity. He quickly ordered the workers to stop what they were doing.

Charles ascended the stairs with a stern expression. When he opened the door to the master bedroom, the room was empty, devoid of any signs of life.

He rarely returned home at this hour, but no matter how late he arrived, Anna would always be there waiting for him. Even if she had fallen asleep, she would wake up the moment he walked in, her face lighting up with joy as she fussed over him.

But today, when he pushed open the door, the empty room felt oddly unsettling. A strange restlessness began to gnaw at him. He pulled off his tie and threw it aside, his eyes scanning the room.

Nothing seemed to have changed, yet everything felt different.

The bookshelf was half-empty, the books that usually lined the shelves now gone. He opened the closet, which was still full of clothes, but not a single item belonged to Anna.

Charles frowned, refusing to believe that Anna had truly agreed to the divorce and moved out. Was she playing some kind of game, trying to manipulate him by pretending to leave?

The thought made the sneer on his face deepen. He was certain that Anna wouldn’t easily let go of their marriage, yet the anxiety and irritation within him only continued to grow.

After leaving the house she had shared with Charles for a year, Anna didn’t go anywhere else. Instead, she went to her own apartment in the city center.

Although she didn’t stay there often, the place was regularly cleaned by staff. After setting down her luggage, she took out her phone and made a call.

The call was answered almost immediately, the voice on the other end sounding groggy, as if the man had just woken up.

“Anna, I just dreamt about you, and here you are calling. We’re truly in sync.”

Anna ignored his playful tone and got straight to the point. “I need you to investigate something for me. Once you’ve gathered the evidence, send it to me.”

She explained what she needed him to look into, and after hanging up, a cold glint flashed in her eyes.

The next day, Anna Morgan woke up early, got ready, and drove to the district courthouse with some necessary documents in hand.

The courthouse was already open for business, and people were trickling in to handle marriage and divorce proceedings. Anna stood outside the courthouse, patiently waiting for an hour, but there was still no sign of Charles Bennett.

As time passed, her patience began to wear thin. She called Charles, but there was no answer. She tried Michael next, but his phone was turned off.

Anna checked the time. In another hour, the courthouse would be closing.

Frustrated, she decided to drive directly to Bennett Global Enterprises.

After parking her car, Anna walked into the building and immediately ran into a curvy, striking woman. The woman had chestnut-colored hair styled in loose waves that fell over one shoulder. Her eyelids had been surgically altered to create a dramatic double eyelid crease, and her lips were full and plump, with a sharp chin to match. It was the typical “internet celebrity” look.

Her business suit had been meticulously tailored to accentuate her curves in all the right places.

Anna recognized her. She had seen this woman a few times before when she had visited Bennett Global Enterprises to deliver lunch to Charles.

This woman was one of Charles’s secretaries, someone he occasionally brought along to business events. After a few outings, the secretary’s ego had grown, and she now looked at people with a palpable sense of arrogance and superiority, as if she were just waiting for the day when she would replace Anna and become the new Mrs. Bennett.

“Mrs. Bennett, you’re here again,” the woman said, raising her sharp chin slightly and looking at Anna with thinly veiled disdain.

The emphasis on the word “again” was deliberate, as if to remind Anna of her supposed insignificance.

Anna smiled politely, unfazed. “Hannah.”

Hannah’s gaze dropped to Anna’s empty hands, a sneer curling at the corner of her lips.

“Mrs. Bennett, no homemade lunch for the CEO today? Have you finally realized that he just throws away whatever you make for him?”

Hannah didn’t bother to hide the condescension in her tone, her words laced with mockery.

In the past, Anna might have tolerated such behavior out of consideration for Charles’s reputation. But now? Now that she was done with Charles, this petty secretary was nothing more than a minor annoyance.

Hannah continued to size up Anna as she spoke. The simple yet well-tailored dress Anna wore exuded an air of understated elegance. Her face was stunningly beautiful, and though Hannah was green with envy, she couldn’t deny that Anna was breathtakingly gorgeous.

What Hannah refused to acknowledge was the aura of authority and sharpness that surrounded Anna, making her feel uneasy. How could a woman who was supposedly just a decorative “trophy wife,” someone who did nothing but cook for a husband who didn’t even appreciate it, compare to her—an accomplished woman with a prestigious degree and a high-ranking position in a large corporation?

Yet, despite all her supposed superiority, Hannah couldn’t shake her jealousy.

It was this jealousy, coupled with an underlying sense of inferiority, that drove Hannah to flaunt her imagined superiority in front of Anna at every opportunity.

As Hannah continued to eye her with thinly veiled contempt, Anna’s lips curled into a faint smile. Just as Hannah was about to throw another barb, Anna suddenly reached out and grabbed her jaw with surprising force.

Hannah’s eyes widened in shock. She couldn’t believe that the woman who had always been so demure and accommodating was now looking at her with an icy gaze that seemed to pierce right through her. Her heart skipped a beat.

“Did I give you permission to act like this?” Anna’s voice was soft, almost casual, but the cold steel in her eyes sent a shiver down Hannah’s spine.