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

Chapter 5

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ring a string of frantic apologies, she scrambled bac

cesco turned back to the steaming plate o

cking edge in his voice. "Using my hand

ed it onto the counter, fi

d to use any

ss? Didn't you say you didn't care anymore?" He stepped cl

es without a ripple of emotion. "That's my car seat.

my indifference, he swung his arm across the isl

loud and jarring in the dead of night. Hot n

ed, lunging forward to grip my chin, forcing my head up. "Y

uggle, just stared at him as if he we

or crack open an inch. Maria was peeking through

Francesco flung my chin away a

get ou

ad bowed. Francesco gestured

ng services. She wants to be independent so badly? L

s eyes

ir. Rig

reak down or beg. Instead, I stepped carefully around th

oing?" he barked

I pulled my trench coat off the rack, slipped my feet into my f

. Watching the metal doors slide shut over Francesco's l

Manhattan as dawn broke, I wrapped my coat t

e driver asked in a

ing. It was nearly seven in the morning; knowing Dr.

out my phone, opened the email containing the

king a steadying breath, I walked in. The receptionist smiled warmly and led me

as standing by the window with a mug of coff

lier than I expe

rted." I walked over and placed my

per, adjusted his g

though, I think you need a glass

m his assistant, then looked down at the

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

Mei Piaoxiang Romance

“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.”