The Ex-wife strikes back

torm. His assistant, Liam Cross, held up a large black umbrella, shielding them both from the downpour. They were heading toward the undergro

e garage is this way.

d through puddles, rain soaking the edges of his trousers. "Don't you have a sense of humanity?" He asked.

oss his sharp features. His lips curved into a hum

, struggling to keep the umbr

the unconscious woman. "Oh, I know her, all right

ked frame and lifted her effortlessly into a bridal carry. Rain dri

he meeting with your ," Liam said,

walking toward the garage, the woman's limp bo

despite the umbrella. "Unbelievable," he

still trying to understand his boss's sudden decisio

imbed into the car with the woman, positioning her carefully against him.

a frown. "Why save her?" he asked as the car pulled onto the

"Because she isn't Ethan. She's his discarded wi

no room for further discussion. Instead, he turned to face the road, silen

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t groan escaped her lips as the brightness assaulted her swollen eyes. Her head ached, an

ture, plush carpets, and a massive bed that felt too luxurious to be real. Confusio

ed up again. She lowered her head,

ce trembling. "I should've listened to Mom. She wa

er. "Five years," she sobbed. "I gave him everything-my love, my

breathing until it grew louder. A chill ran down her spin

xander Wolfe, his intense gaze fixed on her. He was dressed impecc

tighter. "Y-you..." she stammered,

mirk. "Good morning, Mrs. Stone-

a beat. "What di

ced with amusement. "You're no longer Mrs. Etha

"How... how do you

just say I make it my business to know everything a

ed. "You... you've

, his smirk deepening. "But you've always b

ed his words. "Why am I here?"

ened to passby," Alexander said, his tone matter-of-

ace as he thought, "You didn't

n't do things out of kindness. What do you want from me? Why did y

presence is... advantageous to me. Ethan Stone wronged me in ways you can't even begin

your games," she said, her voice firm despite her trembling hands. "If

yes glinting with calculated intent. "Whether

ped, trapped in a game she didn't understand, first in a loveless marriag

: Could Alexander Wolfe be her salvation, or was