Ava Brandon NovelMy Ex Wanted Freedom, Now He Begs While a Billionaire Holds Me

My husband told me he had met his soulmateand demanded an open marriage.
I didnt cry or argue.
I signed the divorce papers on the spot.

He assumed my broken family background made me too desperate to leave.
He expected me to beg.
Instead, the moment I walked out, the one man he had spent years flattering, chasing, and failing to impress turned his attention to me.

Now my ex-husband is on his knees in public,
while the man he fears most wraps an arm around my waist and asks where I want to go next.


After Brandon came back, he excitedly shared with me that he had never met someone so compatible.
They went skydiving together, skiing together, and climbed to the peak of Mont Blanc...
Their souls resonated; they were each other's muse.
"Ava, you should go out and see the world too, or maybe start dating.
"Honestly, we got married too early, mistaking habit for love.
"Why don't we try an open marriage?"
Brandon's face was beaming with sweetness as he generously suggested.
I stared at Brandon's handsome face, tracing from his brow bone to his jaw with my eyes.
Less than three years after graduation, he had already become a stranger to me.
I paused for a moment, then chuckled:
"No need for such trouble, let's just get divorced.
"Since you like her so much, I'll step aside."
A flash of surprise crossed Brandon's eyes.
"Ava, you know your situation. Who else would want you if you divorce me?"
I was slightly stunned, not expecting him to use this to poke at me.
Yes, what was my situation?
My mother ran off with someone.
My father was a gambling addict who drowned in a muddy pond while drunk.
Even my grandmother who raised me passed away a few years ago.
I was alone, like duckweed, with no one to rely on.
This was the vulnerability I had revealed to him in my fragile moments, and now it had become his leverage to manipulate me.
Brandon was so sure I couldn't leave him that he dared to flaunt his new love interest right in front of me.
The promise he made when we got married - to love and care for me for a lifetime - was like a sharp knife, repeatedly twisting in my heart.
I took deep breaths, hands gripping the edge of the table, staring at him steadily, my tone resolute:
"I said, I want a divorce."
Brandon was stunned for a moment, a smile unconsciously appearing at the corners of his mouth.
"Since you insist on divorce, I have no choice.
"Ava, it's not that I want to let you down, you're forcing me to do this.
"Don't come back begging me later."
When I went back to the room to pack my things, I overheard Brandon's conversation with his friend.
"Brandon, are you really divorcing your wife?"
"She's trying to pressure me with divorce, so I'll let her have her way.
"Sabrina's been clinging to me tightly, I don't have time to deal with her petty jealousy.
"She has no family here, it won't be long before she comes crawling back begging me to remarry her."
A wave of bitterness washed over me. I directly threw our wedding photo along with the wedding ring into the trash can.




On the day of the divorce, the sun was shining brightly.
I met the girl Brandon had described as his soulmate - she was sporty, with a high ponytail, full of energy.
"Sis, you should go out more often. When people get old, they can't keep up with the times and easily get eliminated."
She clung to Brandon's arm, sitting in his passenger seat, looking at me provocatively.
I was barely twenty-five, yet someone was calling me old.
Someone passed by carrying a mirror, and I caught a glimpse of myself.
Delicate features, long black hair, curves in all the right places, long legs - I wasn't inferior to anyone.
On the way home, I tried hard to control my emotions, but tears still kept flowing.
Bang! I crashed into a Rolls-Royce in front of me. I hurriedly got out of the car to apologize.
A pair of long legs stepped out of the car ahead. Broad shoulders, narrow waist, impeccably dressed in a suit, exuding nobility amidst his coldness.
"It's you."
The man broke the awkward silence first.
I was confused for a moment, then suddenly realized who the man in front of me was.
Brandon had mentioned him many times - Bay City's mysterious tycoon, Damian Sinclair, the helmsman of the financial group that Mitchell Corp had always wanted to cooperate with.
"I haven't even asked for compensation yet, and you're crying like this."
Damian Sinclair handed me a handkerchief, his tone surprisingly gentle.
"No, you misunderstand. It's entirely my fault, I'll definitely compensate you.
"I just got divorced, and I'm having trouble controlling my emotions. I'm sorry."
I hurriedly explained, afraid he might think I was trying to shirk responsibility.
"Divorced?" Damian Sinclair asked again.
I nodded.
"That's good."
"What?"
Damian Sinclair's lips curled into a faint smile as he slowly said:
"It's nothing. The weather is nice today, we shouldn't waste time on such trivial matters.
"Miss Bennett, would you mind exchanging contact information? We can talk more later."
I was a bit surprised and didn't recover for a long time.
Brandon had once spent hundreds of thousands but couldn't get Damian Sinclair's phone number or SnapChat. Now it was just lying in my phone.
Several days passed, and Damian Sinclair didn't mention anything about compensation.
Even when I asked proactively, there was no reply from the other side.
A tycoon is a tycoon, probably busier.
Or perhaps he had five SnapChat accounts and didn't check this one often.
The next time I saw Damian Sinclair was after a company drinking party.
I was a bit drunk and bumped into a figure in the hallway.
Damian Sinclair gentlemanly supported me. Under the influence of alcohol, my emotions broke down again, and I cried uncontrollably.
"Mr. Sinclair, this..."
"I have something to attend to, we'll talk next time."
Suddenly my feet left the ground, and I was carried by Damian Sinclair to his car.
The atmosphere became somewhat ambiguous. In the confined space, the pheromones emanating from Damian Sinclair constantly stimulated my nerves.
I had heard many stories about him - how he took over Sinclair Corp at a young age and won the trust of the old guard with his thunderous methods.