Too Late, Mr. Howard: Watch Me Leave

Chapter 6

Word Count: 703 | Released on: 13/11/2026

ished mahogany table. It slid past the silver

etters on the cover-No-Fault Divorce Agreement-stared up under the crystal lights. Dead si

p, and scanned the first page, face po

ur mind? Do you have any

he slammed his palm on the table. His anger was real, but so was the p

s not a child's game

icy gray eyes pinned to Avery's calm face, his throa

pla

high-backed chair, her red l

way with nothing. I don't want a single cent from the Howard family trust.

is pathetic trick

the thick agreement with one hand and cru

mi last month? Or because I rejected your

the crumpled paper, smiling nervously a

Did you get your head caught

, the cold pressure radiating from h

e games, Avery. My p

straight for her wrist. Avery sat completely s

hers, a burly dark figure lung

Dylan's custom Savile Row suit with his calloused hand. The fifty-thous

lthy hands of

hroat, his dark eyes fie

ep back under the raw, lethal stance of the illegitimate brother. Winston t

of your brother-in-law! Do you wan

s his sharp features as he looked down at hi

lay a hand on m

p click of her heels cut

let hi

d. The fury in his eyes receded, and he slowly opened his fingers, t

n lapel, his gaze locking

nt a di

his voice dro

long to me alive, and you belong

for air before dropping to her kn

to that fertility clinic this morning and came back talking nonsense!

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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.”