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The Arrogant Captain's Regret: Chasing My Ex-Wife

Chapter 4 

Word Count: 805    |    Released on: Today at 14:05

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t at the desk in my Boston hotel room, staring at the glowing lapto

most official phrasing, I formally resigned from my positions a

n management for Bryant and the first-line roster players, even using my unpat

ing the General Manager and the HR Director di

he peephole, I saw a tall, gentle-looking man in a dark gray trench coat-my se

e carrying a thermal bag, his brows fu

into a hotel like this, E

ide anythi

calmly, leading him to the small sofa. "Professor Chri

e opened the thermal bag and took out

make, Mom and I will back you unconditionally," Gregg said, reachi

riefcase and handed me the latest project a

ally take over the core Boston branch lab

ame at the bottom of the authorization form. The scratch of the nib aga

my signature a

inally awake," he said. "Those shameless imposters stealing you

crossed my mind. My hand re

ything that belongs to me, I

on the table. It was the Bruins'

HR Director asked frantically. "Why did you s

ng all unpaid bonuses and severance pay. I expec

irector

ow! Without his signature, we can't app

ut a co

with Bryant Norton personally," I countered sharply. "If HR blocks my res

R Director clearly hadn't expected the usually soft-s

ocess as fast as possible," sh

me a glass

to handle the handover with the club? Those

ok my

ff with my own hands so the lab doesn't

e noticed my subtle protective posture and simply r

k against the sofa to rest my eyes,

nt all-hands video conference link had just b

the meeting title caught my eye: Appoint

and joined the room with my camera and microphone turned off, watching doze

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“For seven years, I lived in the shadows as the secret wife of NHL superstar Bryant Norton, sacrificing my brilliant medical career to be a low-paid nutritionist for his team. On our seventh anniversary, I flew in to surprise him with my pregnancy ultrasound, only to find him intimately celebrating with Candice. My six-year-old son threw himself into Candice's arms, wiping cake on her couture dress. "Candice is ten thousand times better than Mom! Make her my real mom!" Instead of scolding him, Bryant smiled indulgently, letting my son call another woman mother. When I went to his office to hand in my resignation, Bryant hurled a heavy metal clipboard in a blind rage, violently striking my pregnant belly. As I collapsed in agonizing pain, he rushed past me to comfort Candice, who had merely stepped on a piece of plastic and faked a twisted ankle. "Stop pretending to be hurt to get my sympathy! Security, throw her out!" He cut off my credit cards, assuming a penniless housewife would crawl back begging in three days. He didn't know that the "genius patents" Candice used to climb into his bed were just discarded drafts I threw in the trash during college. Seven years of silent devotion had been reduced to a pathetic joke. I tore up the ultrasound, signed the divorce papers, and permanently waived all custody rights to my ungrateful son. Then, I logged into the encrypted channel of the world's top bio-lab. It was time for the real genius to take her life back.”