Divorcing The Warlord: My Spectacular Royal Comeback

I was giving birth to twins on a rotting cot in the slums, treated like a worthless outcast.

My contract mate, Warlord Jake Ellis, completely ignored my emergency pleas for help.

Instead, he was spending the night at his mistress's manor, publicly claiming she was carrying his pure silver bloodline.

He even used his Warlord pressure to remotely crush my distress signal in the sky without reading it.

The clinic medic mocked me, leaving me to bleed.

"A woman without a ring deserves to have her bastards thrown into the wild woods to rot."