Too Late, Mr. Howard: Watch Me Leave

Chapter 2

Word Count: 682 | Released on: 13/11/2026

ared at the long-fingered hand that had once slipped a diamond wed

begged for one kind word, who had believed love could be earned-rose inside her throat

really going to

r, her heart slamming against

Ericka trembled for show, mout

ill calling yourself Mrs. Howa

man with one arm, his gra

ated you meddling in Howard Corp's affairs as my wif

charge against he

ore, her fingernails digging int

tapes and financial sheets onl

d, pressing the muzz

y for your gree

looked at his cold face and let out a hollow laugh. She had burned her ten fingers in the kitchen just to c

her eyes died. What remain

is a nex

spine, her amber eyes b

tear you to pieces than

ylan's eyes before vanis

t have a

rms and shoved him slightly, sc

, watch out, she st

econd, Dylan's index fi

e filled the air. The bullet tore straight through Ave

pped. A dull, unfamiliar pain stabbed through his chest, s

against a stone pillar with the dull crack of breakin

ol carpet beneath her. A burning ache spread thro

e pistol. Cold sweat beaded on his forehead,

clung to his arm, and he froze, his face

her frightened act. Her red lips cur

r pale cheek. Faces flashed before her dimming eyes-her father's despair before pulling the trigger, her mother's madness

ll... my own bli

wed, and ice crept from her fingertips into her bones. As darkness swallow

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Too Late, Mr. Howard: Watch Me Leave

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.”