Come Back, My Millionaire Ex-wife

"Renowned actress Janice Red exposes her new relationship, suspected to be with Ethan Scott, the powerful head of the Scott Family Group..."

The explosive news was being reported on entertainment news.

The busy figure in the kitchen didn't pause for a moment, as if the leading man from the gossip news wasn't her husband.

Two hours later,

Claire Black decisively gave up on continuing to cook and picked up her phone to order an exquisite dinner.

Just as she finished setting the table, the sound of the password lock came from the front door.

"Back already?" Claire approached and took the suit jacket he handed over.

Just as she turned around, the man behind her embraced her from behind, his refreshing breath enveloping her, as he forcefully pressed his lips against hers.

A faint scent of alcohol filled her nostrils, briefly making Claire daze, before she stiffly pushed him away.

The man held her waist, his gaze lowered onto her, his brows slightly furrowed. "What's wrong?" Normally, she would have complied with him, but today was an exception.

"Not convenient?" He said lightly, as if guessing.

Claire's eyelids trembled, hesitating before she spoke, "Is it true between you and Janice Red?"

Ethan, "..."

If pushing him away just now was unusual, now this "interrogation" was even more so.

He squinted his eyes, scrutinizing her, "You're questioning me?"

Claire weakly retorted, "Am I not allowed to?"

Though she said so, she knew the answer better than anyone else.

Of course, she wasn't allowed.

Three years ago, Ethan Scott had picked up a pitiful orphan girl and quickly married her, shutting up all the older members of the Scott family.

But because Mrs. Ethan came from a less privileged background, the Scott family kept this marriage a secret from the public.

In these three years, Ethan constantly had different scandals, while Claire turned a blind eye and kept quiet, content with playing the role of a virtuous wife. Because she knew that the only reason he married her was that she was obedient.

And now she also knew that what she was about to say would definitely cross his bottom line.

Sure enough, his blue eyes narrowed slightly, his fingertips caressed her cheek, said coldly, "When did my little pet gain the right to meddle in her master's affairs? Has she grown a backbone?"

"We're married!" Claire's voice trembled, her emotions that had been suppressed for so long suddenly bursting out, "How many times is this? You have no explanation whatsoever? Today, this actress, tomorrow, that model. Others don't know that you're married, do you not even know? Then what's the use of our marriage?"

"..." Ethan didn't understand why she had such a big change tonight.

But he had no interest in dealing with this shrewish Claire, silently observing her for a long time, "It is of no use, so let's get a divorce."

Upon hearing his words, Claire almost couldn't control the upward curve of her lips, desperately trying to make a shocked and panicked expression.

"What, what did you say?"

"Why did we get married three years ago, we both know. Have you been playing the role of Mrs. Ethan for too long and believed it?" His voice was cold and devoid of any warmth.

"But you've always been good to me! You never hesitate to spend money on me, you bring me gifts every time you travel, you help me out when your mother and sister give me a hard time, you..."

"That's because you've been obedient."

The man's gaze pierced into her, his voice colder than ice, "But being too greedy as a person will result in getting nothing."

"..." Claire seemed to be scared by him, unable to say a word. She just held onto his shirt tightly with both hands, her eyes welling up with tears but stubbornly refusing to let them fall.

Ethan treated her like a pet, and she indeed had the qualifications of a pet. With delicate facial features, a slender figure, and a pair of expressive eyes, especially with her current teary-eyed look, she looked pitiable.

Ethan grew annoyed looking at her like this.

"Tomorrow afternoon, I will have the divorce agreement sent by my lawyer. Don't get any funny ideas, or else the price will be a lot more than you can bear," he said coldly, pulling his hand away from hers and leaving without any mercy.

The door slammed shut.

Claire, feeling lonely with her frail figure, stood in the living room for a long while until she heard the sound of the car engine fading away from the yard. With heavy steps, she made her way upstairs.

As the door closed, she clenched her fist in front of her chest and let out an excited whisper, "Yes!"

Her face lit up with a radiant smile, showing no signs of heartbreak from moments ago.

She took out her phone and sent a message reporting the situation, saying: Done! Come help me move my things tomorrow!

She had finally made it after three years!

Three years ago, she was forced into a marriage by her stepmother, Betsy Green, to an elderly man in his sixties. When she heard the news, she escaped, which coincidentally pleased Betsy. She decided to find someone to kill Claire.

Amid her desperate escape, Ethan happened to find her. She still remembered the way he looked at her back then, as if he had found a piece of merchandise he liked. Then he began negotiating, "If you marry me, no one in the City N will dare to bully you." He thought she was just a lonely girl who had nowhere to go.

Betsy wanted her dead, and Claire had recently discovered that her health was deteriorating, making her return to the Black family equal to certain death. So she agreed to marry Ethan.

The next day, Ethan swiftly helped her establish a new identity and they obtained a marriage certificate.

In these three years, Ethan had been lenient with her. Setting aside the inexplicable rumors, he was indeed a qualified husband and their lives were peaceful, resembling that of a privileged couple. However, she knew deep down that this man was better suited for business transactions than emotional connections.

Now it was time to end everything and go back to settle the score with Betsy.

On the other end of the phone, Owen White was also excited to see the message: [So fast? He didn't suspect anything? That's too easy, isn't it?]

Easy? Claire scoffed.

Before Ethan returned home, she had rehearsed her facial expressions silently multiple times, making sure to appear restrained and miserable. It was only when she let her anger get out of control that she could reveal her scorned woman side.

Did he really think her diva-level acting skills required no honing?

She didn't bother to say much to him anymore and replied: [I'll pack my things first. Let's talk in detail when we meet tomorrow. ]

Just as she was about to put her phone down, another message flashed on the screen: Honestly, I'm a little curious. Ethan is handsome, wealthy, and has long legs. Does the position of Mrs. Ethan really have no attraction to you?

Claire's finger paused for a moment, thinking about the treatment she received in the Scott family, she smirked and replied: [You might have some misconceptions about Mrs. Ethan.

In these three years, she was treated worse than a servant in the Scott family. In front of Ethan, she had to play the role of a virtuous wife, not arguing or causing trouble, just obediently going along with his requests. In front of Ethan's mother, she endured endless insults and oppression and had to obediently keep quiet.

And while she worked hard to maintain family harmony, she wasn't even worthy of having a name. Everyone assumed Ethan was single, and countless fangirls threw themselves at him like they were going after a rare find. This man never spoke up or clarified anything.

Ugh! It's disgusting to even think about!

If it weren't for the letter that her grandfather left behind before he passed away and the Black family's estate...