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

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 1112    |    Released on: 02/11/2026

Norma

loor-to-ceiling windows as I stepped off the

nt of red roses hit my face. My throat constricted i

, our housekeeper, Martha, stood holding a heavy black trash bag filled with the

ll damp from the snow, Martha froz

Jaiden called again an hour ago to make sure the flowe

," I said quietly, holding back a cough as I w

ck suitcase from the bottom compartment, and packed only t

Norton family crest stayed u

pale reflection in the mirror and slowly slid the

ing my penthouse keycard and my Bruins family pass right under

ssed Jaiden's closed bedroom door, which was co

andmade wool scarf I had knitted for Jaiden last mo

onds. Then I turned away without picking

e suffocating scent of roses that didn't bel

stopped by a specialty boutique to pick up a wooden box of rare vintage Darjee

estate. The silver-haired lifetime chairwoman of the International Sports Med

ntly set the vintage

I'm back," I

ses, her sharp gaze taking in my pale fac

rative medicine to play housewife for a hockey player," she s

, and now you think you can just

es. I reached into my bag, pulled out a notebook containing the soft-

ke. Now, I want to take back eve

the dense equations and clinical models, her stern expres

k, she took off her

Emilia," she said warmly. "Your lab coat is still hanging in the inner of

inking back the sud

siness hotel downtown, sat down at the desk, and opened a n

Norto

of my Montreal hotel suite, nursing a mild hangover. Candice'

om the leather sofa, I

ompletel

t by seven in the morning reminding me to take my vitam

wasn't a si

e. She was obviously throwing a tantrum because I hung up on h

personal assistant stepped in with m

She said Mrs. Norton came back to the house early this morning while you were away, pack

silk tie. My brows furrowed s

She was obviously throwing a jealous tantrum because she overheard me t

ly. "With her submissive temper, she

nd someone to

nd have it delivered to the penthouse," I instructed, buttoning my cuffs

cked a suitcase and turned off her phone to p

of my nose, my voic

all her supplementary credit cards immediately. Let's see how long an unemplo

of the suite toward the training rin

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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.”