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

Chapter 5

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l Manager beamed into his camera

ason," the GM announced excitedly, "the franchise has spent a fortu

switched to a specific video feed. Candice's heavily

oversized men's black silk dress shirt with the collar wide o

the meeting chat immediately s

shirt looks awfully fa

her with fake shyness, her eyes

t night and couldn't sleep, so I borro

ing a familiar custom Patek Philippe watch reached into th

n't appear on camera, his cold, commandin

and go rest.

ent instantly. The GM coughed awkwardly twic

ilitation Department today! As the sole protégé of naturopathy titan Dr. Bertra

dice soak up the praise on screen, a col

s ago-while Candice was blatantly claiming to be his protégé. And those "breakthrough patents" the GM bragge

r cautiously unmuted

ilia? Hasn't she been handling all the core play

a wronged, pitiful expression, touchin

out me," Candice sighed softly. "If she's willing to s

e microphone again, dripping

a housewife who only knows how to cook diet

ds of sleet, wiping out the last tr

the call, as if someone had knocked over a room-service cart. The camera s

expressionless face. Seven years of sile

indow, looking out at Boston's gray winter skyline. My chest

rner phone, I di

ntries. "I'm coming to your office right now to sign the final

dy on my conference table, Emi

ench coat, grabbed my handbag, and walked

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

Xing Bao Romance

“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.”