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

Chapter 8 

Word Count: 1093    |    Released on: 02/11/2026

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still in the air and Martha was out buying grocerie

in the living room, I headed straight into the stu

andwritten manuscripts of my early medical papers, and

ant's NHL trophies and framed photos of Jaiden on the ice. There wasn't a single

e marble vanity, where my seven-year anniversary diamond ri

five platinum supplementary credit c

would force me to crawl back to him,

the drawer and sliced straight through the chips

out to the foyer, dropped my last spare metal key into the brass

pad, I entered my passcode and

permanently erased. I turned around and wal

Norto

. I stepped out into the penthouse foyer with Candice, who was c

ted me after road trips, the three-thousand-square-foot duplex was plunged in

and fresh orange juice?" Jaiden yelled, throwing his

he marble island was completely bare, the stove

mping his foot. "Mom isn't here!

y and pushed open the master bedroom door

s completely bare. On the center of the marble vanity, the sev

and all five of her platinum supplementary credit cards-each one

hind me, covering her

whispered pitifully. "Leaving her wedding ring and cutting up yo

ards, a wave of fury surged into my chest.

I laughed coldly, clenching my jaw. "Without a cent to h

oceries-to make dinner for Candice and a crying Jaiden, then drove straight to

ce, my executive assistant was nervously sorting through

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, tossing my keys onto the desk

," my assistant said quickly. "The sender line says 'E

and cut-up cards on the vanity, and now she sends a dramatic package straight to my office

pen the flap, my office door

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