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After the Divorce, I Made My Hockey Superstar Ex-Husband Kneel

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 686    |    Released on: Today at 22:34

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ne china saucer with a sharp crack. As the iron-fisted matr

nk a Cannon marriage is like your hockey gear, som

s on the back of a wicker

world. Candace is the pa

Holdings?" His grandfather, Arthur Cannon

and stepped inside. My heels clicked crisply again

The instant Francesco saw me, hi

come?" He strode over, stepping right in f

d shoulder, I nodded

n, Grandmother

red suit before pausing on my stomach. He

wn, Flo

st, his fingers squeezin

estion. Are you f

of his grip and me

ncesco, not your private locker

expected his usually submissive wif

silver-headed cane

rancesco,

ot me a warning glare and d

d her commandi

e you heard what F

in the armchair across from him.

eyes wide with disbelief. Even Vi

willing to give up the limitless credit

before turning to me. "Florence, the Cannon f

rward, resting bot

is born and Francesco finishes this NHL season, n

ned sl

ep pretending to b

eavy emerald bracelet off her wrist and pushed it across th

shot to

same roof with her anymore. The media

y. "If your contract's Morality Clause is triggered and tanks our

ns bulging on the backs of his hands. Breathing ha

on the table without reaching for it. Lif

family's PR, Grandmother.

aid, a flicker of s

schedule or my work. Second, the day the baby is born, I want ten mill

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After the Divorce, I Made My Hockey Superstar Ex-Husband Kneel
After the Divorce, I Made My Hockey Superstar Ex-Husband Kneel
“I was pregnant, trapped in a loveless marriage with a famous NHL star who told me on our wedding day that I had ruined his life. At the hospital, I watched him tenderly care for his mistress's sprained ankle while coldly telling his pregnant wife to just go home. When I finally agreed to a divorce, his powerful family forced me to fake our marriage for his PR. Desperate to rebuild my life, I returned to my career as a sports consultant, only to be assigned to his agency. There, his mistress deliberately altered my data report to frame me. Francesco didn't even look at my proof. He publicly humiliated me, ordered his assistant to kick me out, and watched as his mistress tossed a jewelry box at me out of fake pity. "Florence, know your place. You can't win against me." I stared at the man I had loved for years, realizing I was nothing but a disposable joke in their perfect love story. I was stripped of my dignity, my career, and my heart. But when I returned to my childhood home, I found my loving father and brother on the brink of bankruptcy. Wiping my tears, I realized I couldn't just walk away quietly and be a victim anymore. To save my family and my unborn child, I had to go back into the shark tank, make my own money, and tear down his empire.”