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Chapter 8
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2026-05-02 23:07:32
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Don't fool me, Ex. I'll never marry you (again). Chapter 64
The morning sun pierced through the large glass windows of the apartment, illuminating the room that last night had become a silent witness to Mike’s fall. The man was still sprawled on the marble bathroom floor, his breathing steady but heavy—the aftermath of a booze-fueled party that ended in humiliation. I didn't bother waking him up. I just let him rot in the remnants of his own greed, then began my morning ritual with a cup of strong black coffee.My phone chimed. A message appeared on the screen:Lucy."Bella! You must not know the big news yet, right? Mike just won big last night! We have to celebrate. Let’s have some me time, pamper yourself at the spa today. I’ve already booked the best place in the city center. Don’t refuse, it’s our lucky day!"I smiled faintly. Your lucky day, you mean?In my previous life—a memory that felt like a nightmare that refused to fade—I was a naive and blind bride-to-be. At that time, Lucy had invited me to go "cheer me up" because Mike was t
Don't fool me, Ex. I'll never marry you (again). Chapter 63
The night was late. The city below looked like a cold blanket of gems from behind the large glass window of my apartment—a magnificent view that should have made anyone feel powerful, but for me, it was just the background of the golden cage that I had designed myself. I had already fallen asleep, or at least was trying to force myself to drift into unconsciousness, when the sound of the electronic door opening with a hard slam broke the silence of this penthouse.I woke up instantly. My heart pounded, a survival instinct that never truly faded. Before I could even get up, a stinging scent mixed with expensive single malt whiskey, sweat, and thick cigar smoke began to fill the air, creeping into the bedroom like a toxic fog. Unsteady, heavy, and rhythm-less footsteps echoed on the marble floor of the living room, before finally stopping right at the threshold of my bedroom door.Mike.He stood there, his sturdy silhouette looking like a monster that had just emerged from a cave of
Don't fool me, Ex. I'll never marry you (again). chapter 62
The morning air in the city center felt sharper than usual, as if cutting into my skin, which still held the lingering remnants of last night's nervousness. I wore large dark sunglasses and a gray silk scarf covering half of my face, hiding the emotional bruises that might be read by Mike’s spies. Inside my leather bag, the phone felt like a burning coal—heavy, dangerous, and the only key to opening the gates of hell that had been locked tight by Mike all this time.My footsteps echoed in the lobby of Jack’s law firm building. The smell of old carpets and worn paper welcomed me like the scent of home to a captive who finally sees the light. I did not head to the reception desk; I headed straight for the elevator. Every floor I passed felt like a countdown toward doomsday for my husband. He is the only person who still holds fast to his sworn loyalty to my late sister, Elana.When the elevator door opened, Jack was already standing there. His stiff face, full of the lines of age, sta
Don't fool me, Ex. I'll never marry you (again). Chapter 61
Mike let out a long sigh, his head slumping back onto the cold marble desk. His breathing sounded heavy, reeking of cheap whiskey and expensive cigars—a scent that now triggered a wave of nausea in my stomach. The steady rhythm of his snoring was no longer a soothing lullaby, but the heartbeat of a time bomb that had begun to tick.My own heart was pounding with a painful intensity. I did not have much time. Pale moonlight slipped in through the gaps in the studio curtains, providing just enough light for me to work in the shadows. With hands shaking violently, I took out my phone.Every second felt like an hour being dragged out by force. I photographed every single document: photos of Elana a few days before the incident, newspaper clippings about the "accident" that never reached the editor's desk, and medical records—every piece of evidence pointing to Mike. The shutter of my phone made a faint click, a sound that to my ears felt like a gunshot in the middle of the silence of a
Don't fool me, Ex. I'll never marry you (again). chapter 60
Mike's head lolled on the cold marble desk, his heavy, alcohol-scented breath filling the stifling silence of the studio. He snored softly—a rhythm I once considered a symphony of victory, proof that I was by the side of a man who "held power." But now, each snore sounded like the ticking of a clock counting down the death of a relationship that had, from the very beginning, been built upon a foundation of corpses.I stood frozen beside him. My hands, which moments ago had deftly smoothed his suit collar as if I were the most doting of wives, now moved with agility and calculated precision to examine the drawers of his desk. I was looking for access to accounts, lists of those he had bribed, or anything I could exploit to eliminate him from the business world. But as my hand touched an uneven corner of the desk, a hidden mechanism clicked. A wooden panel slid open, revealing a small iron safe embedded behind the studio wall.My heart pounded until it ached in my ribs. I tried the da
Don't fool me, Ex. I'll never marry you (again). Chapter 59
That victory was not merely a number on a table; it was a narcotic flowing heavily into Mike’s bloodstream. Throughout the ride out of The Golden Circle, he did not stop laughing. His husky, triumphant voice echoed against the walls of the soundproof car, creating a resonance that tightened my chest. Every look of admiration—or perhaps fear—from other guests that he managed to catch, he interpreted as the adoration he truly deserved. Lucy, sitting beside him, kept praising Mike with a nauseatingly spoiled tone; every word of flattery from the woman’s mouth was like fuel that kept stoking the fire of Mike’s arrogance until it soared.I sat in the back seat, tucked away in a dark corner, looking out the window. The city lights that shot past looked like meaningless streaks of light, just like the future of Mike that I was preparing to destroy. I let them dissolve into a fake euphoria. I knew Mike was preparing his final "performance" for me tonight. A performance he believed would ceme
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