Too Late, Mr. Howard: Watch Me Leave

Chapter 3

Word Count: 718 | Released on: 13/11/2026

ike live wire. Avery gasped for air and bo

head lamp made her squint. She pressed both hands hard against her chest. Ins

t fast and strong. There was no bullet h

p slowly. Take a deep brea

epped over and handed her

oking the Manhattan skyline, and the luxurious quiet that felt both familiar and sickening. On the mahogany desk, a digit

ngers trembled around the

ight-blue medical folder across

just came back. Congratulations, Mrs.

Ericka in the underground garage. Her mother-in-law had torn the paper to shreds and spread rumors that Avery was barren, paving the way for Ericka to step

flat stomach. Her eyes burned. This was her only child. Across two

u, who else kn

er amber eyes turn

he young wife's gaze, Dr. Vance p

nt. The samples went through an

and wrote a massive sum capable of buying half the clin

agreement. If a single word about my pregnancy leaks from this system, my legal team

check, swallowed hard, and immediately fed th

ord has been permanently archived as a r

into the innermost zippered pocket of her Hermès Birkin bag. She stood up, smoothed her

East Side hit her face. Across the street, a black Rolls-Royce Phantom waited at the

tant just called to ask if you are

ade Avery's stomach

the leather backs

back to the Schmidt

the past, she had begged for excuses to visit her husban

k and closed her eyes. Her parents were still alive, the family business had not been hollowed out,

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Mo Xiaoxiao Romance

“For three years, I was the perfect, obedient wife to billionaire Dylan Howard, burning my hands just to cook meals that suited his strict habits. But he let a helpless-acting intern named Ericka tear our marriage apart right under my nose. When my family's empire was suddenly liquidated and my father shot himself in his study, I realized it was all Dylan's trap to clear the "Mrs. Howard" title for his true love. At their wedding altar, I held a blade to Ericka's neck, demanding to know why my devotion was traded for my family's ruin. Instead of remorse, Dylan pointed a cold Glock right between my eyes. "You need to pay for your greed and jealousy." He pulled the trigger without hesitation, sending a bullet straight through my heart. As I bled out on the cathedral floor, Ericka dropped her frightened act and gave me a triumphant, mocking smile. My father was dead, my mother was driven mad, and my brother was run down in the street trying to save me. Until my last breath, I hated my own blind stupidity. Why did my three years of absolute submission end with my family's extermination? Opening my eyes again, I was back on our third wedding anniversary, holding a four-week pregnancy report. This time, I locked the lab results away to protect my unborn child, walked into my family's dining room, and slapped a no-fault divorce agreement right in front of Dylan's face.”