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He married the daughter of the Lancaster family purely for revenge. He expected her to be obedient and submissive, not to resist or show emotions—a perfect pawn in his plan for vengeance.
However, when his gaze locked onto the third daughter of the Lancaster family, the one who barged into the living room was her—disheveled and stained with blood. She seemed ordinary, but beneath the surface, she hid an unknown sharpness.
"Do you love me?" he asked coldly.
"You're crazy!" she rolled her eyes in disdain.
In that moment, he smiled with satisfaction, believing he had everything under control.
But she fought back. Marrying him was merely one step in her own plan.
Four years later, with the Lancaster family completely destroyed, she threw the divorce papers in his face, smiling like the final victor:
"Albert Wilson, have you finished using me? Thank you for making me think I once loved you. Now, never see me again, even in death."
Just as she turned to leave in triumph, she accidentally walked into a gang's arms deal, and an explosion forever separated her from him.
It was only when he found the two-month pregnancy test result among her belongings that he realized he had lost the only salvation of his life.

Please Let Me Go, My Contracted Ex-Husband.

Cynthia's mind repeatedly screamed as she rubbed her hands together, every so often bringing them to her mouth to blow on them in a desperate attempt to warm herself. On days like this, staying in a heated room would be the smartest choice.

She had just climbed the stairs to the second floor when suddenly, a large hand reached out from a side corridor and firmly gripped her small, cold hands. The heat radiating from the person's palm surged into her body like a wave of warmth.

She was startled and nearly cried out, but she immediately met the mischievous eyes of the man holding her hands. It had only been a few months, but somehow, he seemed even more handsome now, with sharper features and an air of arrogance.

Chapter 58- So cold!