Divorce Or Die: A Wife’s Revenge List Novel – The day Allison Winters received the notice that her husband was “critically ill,” she was surrounded by his so-called friends—who were all there to pressure her into letting him marry another woman. “Allison, come on,” one of them said with a forced grin. “Alex just wants to give Sarah a proper wedding. He’s dying—can’t you let him have this one last wish? Don’t be selfish.” “Yeah,” another chimed in. “He’s got maybe two months left at best.
Don’t forget—he broke four ribs and gave up a kidney saving you. Without him, the Winters Group would’ve gone under years ago.” “You’ve always said you loved him more than life itself. And now you won’t even help him fulfill his dying wish?” “It’s just a fake ceremony,” someone else added. “He’s not divorcing you. He’s not taking anything from you. Honestly, you’re coming off as the bad guy here.” They ganged up on her, each word sharper than the last, making it sound like Allison was some heartless villain for not letting her dying husband walk down the aisle—with another woman.
Her fingers clenched as she turned to Alexander Rockwood, her voice tight with desperation. “Alex… what do you think?” Alexander sat on the couch with his legs crossed, looking the picture of fragile beauty and quiet regret. “I gave up Sarah for you,” he said, his tone mournful. “Even if you agreed, she’d never say yes. I’ve hurt her too much.” His words were like ice water down her spine. Allison lowered her gaze, her heart twisting in pain. So that was it—this whole scene had been orchestrated. Of course he wasn’t going to take her side. The truth was, Alexander had come up with a scheme to fake a terminal illness.
That way, he could “die” and be free to leave with Sarah Mayfield without being branded a heartless bastard. She only found out by accident—scrolling through one of his group chats with his friends—where he casually joked about the plan. Until that moment, she had believed he was truly sick. She had stayed up all night researching treatments, begging experts for help, and paying whatever price necessary to track down miracle drugs. She had prayed in every church she could find—big or small, chapel or street-corner congregation—begging whatever god was listening to give him just a few more peaceful years.
But in the end, it was all a lie. A cruel, pathetic lie. If he wanted so badly to marry Sarah, then fine—she’d let him. But that was the day Allison stopped loving him. For good. And not only would she stop loving him… she’d marry his sworn rival with his damn inheritance. “Fine. I agree.” Allison forced a smile, though her face had gone ghostly pale. The room erupted with barely restrained glee, especially from Alexander. She hadn’t seen that glint in his eyes in a long time. “But I have a condition,” she added calmly. His eyes snapped to hers.
His jaw tightened ever so slightly. “What is it?” “I want your shares in Winters Group.” “We’ll give them to you!” one of his friends interrupted before he could respond. “Hell, take anything you want—we’ll make it happen! So long as Alex dies happy.” “But you’ve got to convince Sarah to say yes to the wedding,” another reminded her. “She needs to be all in.” Allison turned to Alexander. The decision had to come from him. “Say yes already, man!” his friends urged. Alexander hesitated for a beat, then gave a slight nod. “Alright.” “I’ll make sure she agrees,” Allison said with icy determination.
Years ago, he had promised Sarah he’d fulfill her bucket list. But after choosing to marry Allison, many of those promises had been left undone. Now, it was Allison’s job to finish them. The first was gifting Sarah ten limited-edition Hermès bags. The second—painting a hundred portraits of her. The third—spending hours inside St. Clair Cathedral, lighting every candle she could find, whispering the same prayer over and over, just to feel like she was doing something. —— And the final one? A public apology. Sarah was the daughter of the Winters family’s longtime housekeeper.
Even as a teenager, she had a gift for manipulation—first trying and failing to charm Allison’s older brother, then setting her sights on something far more ambitious: Allison’s fiancé, Alexander. When Allison’s mother finally had enough, she threw Sarah out with no warning and no apology. Now, Sarah wanted revenge. She was demanding a public apology—expected Allison to humiliate herself for the so-called injustices the Winters family had inflicted on her. Allison hesitated for only a moment, then she dropped to the ground and knelt.
She looked up and said clearly, “Sarah, I’m sorry. Everything that happened before—was the fault of the Winters family. Please forgive us. And please… stay by Alex’s side in his final days.” Sarah looked down at her, unimpressed. “That’s it? No sincerity at all.” Sh