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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.

Marc's frail hand, reaching for Cynthia, faltered and fell back to his side, too weak to remain raised. Outside the door, Albert Wilson witnessed the scene and, unable to hold himself back, furrowed his brows deeply before storming into the room.

Cynthia had just finished her dance and was rising from the ground when Albert and Jim entered the room. His face was marked with an intensity she had never seen before—an urgent mix of agitation, anxiety, and panic. He glanced at her briefly and commanded brusquely,

"Leave the room. I need to speak with Marc."

Cynthia's eyes widened with alarm. "What are you trying to do? Marc is too weak for this!"

Albert's expression darkened. His tone turned icy as he ordered Jim, "Take her out."

His words were sharp, leaving no room for argument.

Jim stepped forward, his hand reaching to guide Cynthia out, but she fiercely shrugged him off, rushing to Marc's bedside. "Marc, don't—please don't push yourself!"

Chapter 114- don’t hurt Cynthia