Long Distance Call

After Divorce: My Arrogant Ex Regrets Calling Me Trash

Sea Jet

Aurora woke up to the sterile chill of her king-sized bed in Sterling Thorne's penthouse. Today was the day her husband would finally throw her out like garbage. Sterling walked in, tossed divorce papers at her, and demanded her signature, eager to announce his "eligible bachelor" status to the world. In her past life, the sight of those papers had broken her, leaving her begging for a second chance. Sterling's sneering voice, calling her a "trailer park girl" undeserving of his name, had once cut deeper than any blade. He had always used her humble beginnings to keep her small, to make her grateful for the crumbs of his attention. She had lived a gilded cage, believing she was nothing without him, until her life flatlined in a hospital bed, watching him give a press conference about his "grief." But this time, she felt no sting, no tears. Only a cold, clear understanding of the mediocre man who stood on a pedestal she had painstakingly built with her own genius. Aurora signed the papers, her name a declaration of independence. She grabbed her old, phoenix-stickered laptop, ready to walk out. Sterling Thorne was about to find out exactly how expensive "free" could be.

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It was late at night. The colors of the neon lights were changing, which highlighted the prosperity of the city.

Inside the luxurious Vegas Hotel.

The luxurious presidential suite, on the top floor, was very quiet.

Suddenly, a sharp knock on the door, broke the silence.

"Help, is anyone there?" The sound of a woman gasping came in the silent room.

Wilfred Scott was never a stickybeak, but when he heard the woman's voice, he strode towards the door.

As soon as the door was opened, Ashley Lewis ran into Wilfred's chest. She was dizzy as if she had hit a brass wall.

Hmm..., Ashley whispered. She tried her best to keep her composure.

"Sir, help me. Many men are chasing me outside." Ashley blushed with apparent fear in her eyes.

"Don't be afraid, and I'm here."

Wilfred's voice was very gentle, like a spring breeze blowing away Ashley's gloom. Although it was a short sentence, it was like a warm current flowing through Ashley's heart.

The sound of footsteps outside the door stopped abruptly as they passed by the door of his room.

A man in black was about to knock on the door but was stopped, "Don't you know whose territory this is? Come back if you don't want to die!" One man intimidated them.

Realized the potential danger, they quickly disappeared.

Hearing them walk further and further away, Ashley breathed a sigh of relief.

The lights in the room lit up.

The man in front of her had a long straight figure, cold steely features, and a knife-like face. His deep eyes were as bright as obsidian. Standing here, he had the temperament of an emperor, looking down upon the world.

Ashley couldn't believe that the gentle breezy voice was his.

"Sir, thank you for saving me just now." Ashley was a little scared.

"You're afraid of me, aren't you?" His voice was very cold, without a hint of emotion.

"Hot, I feel hot." Ashley kept mumbling, hot and unbearable as if she was on fire. She kept taking off her clothes.

"Oh no, the medicine is working." Ashley cursed in a low voice.

She didn't hear what Wilfred had just said, and with her last shred of sanity, she said, "Sir, I'll repay your kindness later." After saying that she was going to open the door and leave.

Wilfred rushed over to stop her, "You want to leave this way?"

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