Chocolate Gang

[As escaped bride x a cold and domineering CEO husband]

This was a risk that came at the cost of sincerity.

What would you do if your husband did not love you and hid secrets from you?

"Get out!" A deep and cold voice suddenly exploded in her ears, sounding especially unhappy.

“Get lost!” That person's voice was cold and sinister.

In the few years they spent time together, all he ever said to her was to harshly chase her away as if she were something dirty.

On the other hand, she chose to continue throwing herself into his arms because other than love, there were more important things awaiting her. She wanted to establish a horizon she could call her own.

Five years later, Aria Grant returned to the country to investigate the truth behind her sister's death. She even brought back the precious daughter born of him and her. After returning to the country, she found out that her elder sister's death was closely related to George Flack. To find out the truth behind her sister's death, what kind of entanglement would occur between the two? How would they choose between love and hate?


My Runaway Wife Is A Bigshot

Belly Wescott hugged Dylan Flack, landing a kiss on his forehead in the process: "Thank you for your care, Dylan_. Mom is alright now."


But she stood up immediately and looked at George Flack: "George, have you eaten? Why don't you join us?"


However, George ignored her completely, engrossed in his phone.


Fearing that his mother would be upset, Dylan quickly said: "Mom, dad has already eaten, but I haven't. I'll eat with you."


Belly smiled sweetly on the outside, but secretly, her fingernails were digging into the palms of her hands.


Did George despise her to this extent? What should she do to make him look at her for even a second?


Dylan saw his mother's hand squeezing his tighter and tighter, and finally, he couldn't help but gasp. Still, he spoke in a low voice to Belly: "Mom, could you please loosen your grip? My hand... it's really hurting..."


However, the quiet whisper of a kid can't be truly quiet. His words echoed in the silent ward.


Chapter 129: I, of the Shen Family, Support Her_3