Too Late, Mr. Howard: Watch Me Leave

Chapter 4

Word Count: 770 | Released on: 13/11/2026

hone off. Then she opened her messages and texted her divorce attorney: "Draft a no-fault agreement." Thirty m

d into the grand marble foyer. Seeing the famil

Kizzie McGuire Schmidt, dressed in an emerald embroidered suit. The larg

go? Still no news

hands. In her past life, Kizzie's endless pressure about having an h

doctor said it tak

, handing her tre

st list shut, her face

the Howard family. You've made me a complete la

unded from the side staircas

id shirt, with his rough hands pressed tightly against the seams of his cheap work pants. As the illegiti

through the side door? You smell like cheap

teacup and slammed it onto t

lack hair hiding his eyes as his cal

me to drop off the quarterly w

m. In her last life, she had joined her mother in insulting him, never kn

Avery walked straight toward

racing himself for her usual slap or mockery. Instead, Avery stopped in front

his f

asked

ed his head up, his da

something I picked up at a street st

eached out, placed her pale hand over the thick calluses on hi

lace. Avery knew this was no street stall trash-Dax had fought thirty underground cage matches a

k the necklace out in front of

put it o

long black hair, exposing the p

ly he could barely hold the tiny silver clasp. Terrified that his rough skin might

Avery turned back around and g

t. Thank

out disgust made Dax's broad frame sh

d? Why are you wearing

s shattered across the floor as she marched over and raised her hand

torcade has just pulled

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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.”