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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.

Her attempts at resistance gave way to delicate moans when his lips and tongue attacked her most sensitive spot. All her pleas dissolved into sounds of involuntary pleasure.

Her long, slender thighs were forced apart to rest on the man's shoulders, while he, buried between her legs, skillfully teased her, coaxing her to lose her composed and haughty expression and beg for mercy again and again.

Monica could feel the hidden zone between them responding to his teasing, with large droplets of nectar spilling out, the emptiness within her longing to be filled. She impatiently wriggled her waist, silently hinting to him that she had always been honest with her body, but now, if she resisted, it would only be pretension.

Jim chuckled softly, his deep voice tinged with a husky tone of lust.

"Don't you want it? Just look at you now..."

"Who... what kind of woman can stand you like that?" Monica gasped, cursing him.

Chapter 199- I can’t do this anymore