Billionaire Ex-wife: I Can't Live Without You

Dulcie wanted to protest.Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

She could easily manage the bus journey herself; there was no necessity to inconvenience the driver by requesting his presence.

Moreover, her tenure as Mrs.

Shaw was slated to last merely a year, after which she would revert to anonymity.

Thus, she saw no need to indulge in such privileges.

Under the weight of Kyson’s pressure, she acquiesced without objection, offering a nod of compliance.

Kyson departed decisively, his car disappearing in a swift departure.

Not a trace of hesitation or concern crossed his features.

He departed without so much as a backward glance, utterly devoid of any hint of reluctance or worry.

Dulcie sighed, offering herself a measure of consolation.

She took solace in the fact that he had remembered to take the marriage certificate with him, finding contentment in that detail.

She found herself unable to resist the urge to caress her certificate, slipping it into her bag before her phone interrupted the moment.

It was an international call from her father.

Dulcie hesitated briefly before accepting the call.

“You reckless girl! Who is that man? How dare he send someone to take your mother away and pilfer our family’s identification documents, including your birth certificate? Is he connected to you? If I catch him, I’ll make sure he pays dearly!”

Her father’s voice boomed through the receiver, nearly piercing her eardrums with its intensity.

Dulcie exercised caution, holding the phone at arm’s length to shield her ears from potential damage.

He conversed in the dialect of Tuborg.

Dulcie shook her head in resignation, responding patiently, “Dad, you probably wouldn’t stand a chance against him.

Besides, I’ve gotten married.

He arranged for someone to retrieve the documents from you in order to obtain the marriage certificates.

”

“ihat?” Surprised exclamations erupted from multiple voices on the other end of the Line.

Soon, the air was filled with a cacophony of clamorous chatter.

“Married? When did this happen? Why weren’t your mother and I informed?”

“Just moments ago, about ten minutes.

”

“What? Are you kidding me?”

There ensued a torrent of exclamations, their shock and fury palpable.

Dulcie, her expression one of helplessness, tilted her head back and gazed up at the sky, her phone now safely distanced from her ears.

“What about the wedding gifts? After we raised you all these years, he should at least present something of substantial value, equivalent to two cows, shouldn’t he?”

The voices continued, but Dulcie remained speechless.

“And when will the wedding ceremony take place? You must bring him back to Tuborg to meet our relatives, right?”