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In a marriage of convenience, Nathan, after a night of drinking, has an affair with Ava, leading to her ectopic pregnancy. 

Before the surgery, Ava calls Nathan, who is preoccupied with his mistress and neglects Ava, even going as far as to accuse her of having an affair and carrying another man's child after the surgery...

As their one-year contractual marriage comes to an end, Nathan realizes his feelings for Ava. 

But Ava is not willing to play along anymore!

Excerpt：

"I am Nathan Ford's girlfriend, loved by him, as everyone knows. And you... you're just a title holder, soon to be thrown out. By then, you'll lose all your dignity... no, you've already lost it. I bet your deceased mother would turn in her grave if she knew what you've become."

Hearing Iris Hart's sharp and biting words, Ava Sterling initially didn't want to stoop to her level. 

However, the mention of her late mother crossed a line.

A crisp slap echoed before Iris Hart could even react, leaving five bright red marks on her face.

"Ah—Ava Sterling—you lowlife, how dare you hit me..." Iris Hart realized she had been slapped and reached out to retaliate, but Ava Sterling was prepared and caught her hand easily.

"Listen, Iris Hart, if I'm the joke, what does that make you? You're also a joke. At least I'm Nathan Ford's wife by law! You! Iris Hart, are nothing but a mistress scorned by everyone. Every wealthy man may stray, but a hotel is just a hotel, and home is home. There can be many dishes, but there's only one bowl of rice."

Ex-husband seeks remarriage？I'm not cooperating!

"No need to wait for the future; I have a favor to ask of you right now." Grace White composed herself, pulling a bank card from her pocket and sliding it across the table towards him. "The things we discussed over the phone were somewhat vague. I've come to you because there's a favor I need to ask, and you're the only one who can help me with this matter."

"What is it?" David Wilson squinted at Grace White, seemingly uninterested in whatever she was about to propose.

Grace White deliberately avoided his unsettling gaze. "The international design competition is starting in a week, and I've heard you're one of the organizers. All the entries will be managed and then presented to the judges, correct?"

David Wilson nodded, smiling, and stroked his beard thoughtfully. "Indeed, that's the case. How did you come by this information?"

The Pervert