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

Chapter 6 

Word Count: 840    |    Released on: Today at 22:34

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hem of your coat," he said, resting his hands on hi

ot of pasta sauce on my trench

kitchen acci

from your advisor during a crisis is the worst mistake you c

mic mug, I felt some heat return to my c

divorce. He wants to g

ehind his lenses, though he simply adjus

do you p

iggering his Morality Clause, they're forcing us to play the loving couple u

ract?" He frowned deeply, clearly disap

aby's future," I said, lifting my head to meet his eyes. "That's why I need this job right now. I

oment. Then he stood up, walked behind his desk,

. This is the latest PR assessment report for Apex

ok the folder. Apex Sports Group was

closely. "But Apex is our biggest client. If you want to estab

page right away. "I won't let my pe

market trends pushed the suffocating memories of the penthouse out of my head. Occasionally, Dr. Alexander walked over to my de

oon, he tapped lightly

Florence; you can't work non-s

felt in two years. "Apex is trying to phase out Francesco's 'bad boy'

curved Dr. Ale

hat's right. However, some of their internal survey

them?" I asked, c

intaining the polit

orrow morning and hand this revised

walking straight into Francesco's terr

ow, I can send another as

a deep breath. "It's m

ck to the penthouse. The apartment was dead silent. When Maria saw me walk in, she

door standing half-open. Several of his everyday suits were gone

he desk, opened my laptop, and began organizi

nd low heels, I carried the organized folders from my desk st

tment, the receptionist

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d open on the twenty-second floor, a sharp, fami

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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.”