Thousand Birch Fallen

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A year ago, Grace Gordon, the step-daughter of the Gordon Family, married into the Yale Family amidst everyone's envious gaze.
A year later, it was revealed that 27-year-old Grace Gordon had a 13-year-old illegitimate son, and was driven out by the Yale Family.
A marriage left her in ruin, without home or loved ones.
At this point, she realized that the Yale Family's acceptance of her had ulterior motives.
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He is a rising star in politics, and their only connection is that they once woke up in the same bed.
When they meet again, he looks at her through a veil of smoke, his voice low and steady: "Grace Gordon, leave Lewis Yale... become my wife."
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After three years of a secret marriage, she becomes his greatest support.
He also stands at the pinnacle, despising everyone else.
She comes home drunk, red wine in her left hand, and a divorce agreement in her right. Her drunken demeanor captivating, eyes smiling faintly: "The days when we used each other... should come to an end."
He looks at her intensely: "Stop joking, just when everybody finds out about you, you want to divorce? Wouldn't that be telling everyone that the President has been abandoned?"
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Stanhope Brown encountered such a woman five years ago. She was poison to him...a drug he couldn't quit, forget, and felt that pampering her was never enough.
Grace Gordon encountered such a man five years ago. For her, he was her pillar of strength, her redemption...he was the tattoo forever etched in her heart and impossible to erase.

Scandalous President

He changed into his regular clothes, sat on the sofa in the bedroom, lit a cigarette, and continued to read the material that Oliver Howe had sent over today but hadn't finished reading yet.


Stanhope Brown didn't turn around, and spoke indifferently, "There are no women's bathrobes here. That's mine... it's a bit big, so you'd have to make do with it. Your clothes are soaking wet... Christopher will bring you clean ones tomorrow."


Grace Gordon raised her foot... the delicate, tofu-like little feet left the small carpet at the bathroom entrance and stepped on the wooden floor...


Stanhope Brown didn't hear the movement and turned around, only to find that Grace Gordon had already walked to the center of the bedroom. Holding the towel tightly across her chest instead of changing into the bathrobe, she looked nervous and scared.


"Do you want me to leave?" Stanhope Brown asked as he got up with a cigarette in one hand and an ashtray in the other, ready to go outside.


Chapter 72: Is It Fatal?