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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.

She cursed under her breath and hung up the phone, then crouched there and vomited uncontrollably, as if her entire insides were about to come out. After throwing up until she was dizzy and weak, she started sobbing.

It was already the middle of the night, and she was crying hysterically outside like a madwoman. People upstairs began yelling at her, calling her crazy. Some even threw bottles down in protest. But she didn't care—not one bit.

Just as she was gasping for breath between sobs, a strong hand suddenly yanked her up. Through her tear-blurred vision, she looked up to see a man staring at her furiously, his expression as if he was about to kill someone.

The alcohol fogging her brain cleared slightly.

He was still dressed in casual loungewear, his hair damp, with water droplets trickling down—he had clearly just taken a shower. His burning gaze was locked onto her, filled with rage.

Chapter 244- Damn it. It was way too much.