Dear Ex-wife, You Belong To Me!

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se to another man, leaning toward his phone and smiling brightl

ving bruises; I don't recall her ever laughi

he leave us for him? Who is he, father

ghter. Upstairs, her own son is in need of care. That little on

ing our five years of marriage? For

brace her new life with her daughter an

tely; I can't bear to watch Zeon suffer further h

my assistant's door. Immediately after a few seconds, he opened the door

almost growled in his face before storming

was right here! Wh

otsteps caught the couple's attention fast. Howeve

eon?" I ask

. "Beg your pardon, but weren't you wi

upon my return, I did not see him," I snapped at

to even cons

before summoning a servant, inquiring, "Has a

now see him as merely a young boy? Has

" she repli

son is?" I inquired, my

of my my ex-wife intervened. "This is a secure pl

esponded, gritting my teeth,

nce!" Veronica chimed in

op projecting your incompetence at everyo

ow you are blaming others!" Her lips twitch

u have no responsibility toward him at al

, "You're still the same, aren't you, Mr. Wolfe

about to lash

's excited tone stopped me as my eyes darte

owed Blake. Soon, we entered a room, and there he was-my seven-year-old s

he girl, who was rearrangin

eronica. She gasped and immediately c

ously toward us, and I saw

om

om

rful. The little girl stood up, and with her little arms

Of course, he is unaware of his mother's infidelity. Sl

hts as she pointed at Zeon. "Bwothew, pway!" She

ered my heart into billion pieces

- Veronica raised upto her fee