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

Stanhope Brown instinctively protected Grace Gordon with one hand and tried to stop the flying vase with the other... But protecting Grace was his priority, so his hand swung back too far, missing the vase... Instead, the vase hit him in the head.


Blood poured down the left side of Stanhope's head, covering his left ear...


Grace was in shock, her injured hands gripping Stanhope's waist tight, not even feeling the pain through the intensity.


Blood stained Stanhope's crisp shirt collar, outlining the contours of his face in striking red, cold enough to make anyone shudder.


Hearing Old Madam Brown's voice, Stanhope let go of Grace... straightening up, the bloody ceramic pieces falling to the ground as he moved.


Stanhope's deep voice came through, asking Grace: "Are you hurt?"


At this moment... no words could describe the shock in Grace's heart.


Chapter 145: Things Will Get Better 2