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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.

Just as Lucca was on the verge of grinding her teeth in frustration, Karl's voice came from inside the room. She quickly composed herself, replacing her anger with a practiced smile as she walked in.

Inside the room, Karl beamed as he took her hand.

"Lucca, she agreed to go abroad, but she says we need to take care of things with Vice President Wilson. Do you have any good ideas?"

Lucca suppressed the disgust rising in her chest, calmly pulling her hand away from his not-so-innocent grasp.

"Director, didn't you handle the approval for the land Vice President Wilson invested in last time? You're the one who used your connections to get it approved. He owes you a favor!"

"Oh! Right, right, right—yes, yes, yes!"

At her words, Karl quickly remembered and nodded vigorously. It seemed like the plan was nearly set. If they didn't act fast and get Cynthia out of the way, who knew what his precious son might do next.

Chapter 87- Lucca's hatred.