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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 noticed the slight awkwardness on Bonnie's face. She turned her head nonchalantly to look at the woman who had spoken. The woman had long, slightly wavy hair, exuding a seductive and alluring aura. Her eyes were bold and arrogant, as if she believed she was above everyone else.

Cynthia furrowed her brows slightly. She had watched the news programs over the past few days and recognized the woman as Anna, a popular anchor in the News Department. On TV, she appeared fresh and sweet, but Cynthia was surprised to see how sharp and mean she could be in person.

As Cynthia scrutinized her, the woman met her gaze without fear, even seeming to provoke her. She smiled faintly and continued with her biting remarks,

"Bonnie, don't think just because you have some connection with Boston Station that you can act however you want. There are plenty of beauties in our station who have ties to Boston, but none of them are like you, always late and absent!"

Chapter 211-work day