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Your Not My Husband Anymore

Penulis: Star Light
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-04-08 22:35:19
—SAMANTHA—

The drive to Emerald Villa was long and silent.

Zeke didn’t say a word, and honestly, I preferred it that way. His presence beside me felt like poison in the air—thick, bitter, suffocating.

His hands gripped the steering wheel, his jaw clenched like he was biting down on his own tongue.

When the Bentley finally rolled to a stop in front of the grand villa, he stepped out without a word, slamming the door so hard behind him causing me to flinch like I was nothing but a burden.

Typical.

Not like I cared.

“Scumbag,” I scoffed, brushing my fingers through my hair before I opened the car door. Emerald Villa had always felt too lavish for me, too cold despite its beauty. I never felt welcome here… not by the Frosts anyway.

The cold night breeze greeted me, tossing my hair around my shoulders as I walked after Zeke, I made sure to put a respective distance of ten feet away from him.

“Mr Frost!” The butler respectfully bowed we strode toward the building.

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    – Samantha’s POV —The morning sun poured into my bedroom, warming the soft rugs under my feet. I stood in front of the mirror, my fingers tracing the scar on my temple. The wound from the attack was healed, the bandage gone, leaving just a faint pink line. My arm was better too, the cuts now small marks under my skin. I was tough, just like I’d told Amore. But the scar reminded me of that night—the black sedans, the gunfire, Dalton’s hands pulling me out. I pushed the thought away. Today was about the gala. If I had my choice, I wouldn't go but because he's now my savior, I have to honor his invitation. Maryjane honked outside, her red SUV idling in front of the villa. I grabbed my purse, slipped on sunglasses, and headed out, my white sneakers soft on the gravel. MJ was in the driver’s seat, her curly hair wild, her grin big. “Ready to slay that gala, Sam?” she asked, turning down the radio.“Always,” I said, sliding in. “I need a dress that screams volume. Let’s hit Vivienne’s.”

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    – Samantha’s POV—The hospital room felt like a cage, all white walls and beeping machines. It was Sunday, and I was done with it. My head still ached, the bandages on my arm itchy, but I was healing fast. The doctors wanted me to stay another day, their faces all serious, but I wasn’t listening. I missed Amore too much—her bright eyes, her giggles, her little arms around me. Every second away from her hurt worse than the cuts on my skin. I was getting out today, no matter what.The door swung open, and Maryjane burst in, her curly hair bouncing, her smile wide. She held a stack of papers, her jeans and bright yellow top a splash of color in the sterile room. “Sam, I got the discharge papers,” she said, waving them like a prize. “Told those doctors you’re too stubborn to stay.”I laughed, the sound weak but real. “Thanks, MJ. You’re a lifesaver.” I swung my legs off the bed, wincing as my head throbbed. My black sweatshirt and jeans were folded on a chair, and I changed quickly, eager

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    — Samantha’s POV—The city lights blurred as I drove away from the Grand Meridian, my hands tight on the steering wheel. Zeke’s smug face and his words—“I’m cutting our contract”—burned in my mind. He thought he could outsmart me, but he was wrong. I was McQueen now, and I’d make him and the Frosts pay for what they did to my parents. My heart pounded, not just from anger but from the shock of it all. Why would Zeke back out now? What was he hiding?I grabbed my phone and called Ryan, the Bluetooth ringing through the car’s speakers. He picked up fast. “Sam, you okay? How’d it go with Zeke?”I took a deep breath, the leather seats creaking as I shifted. “He ended the contract, Ryan. Just like that. Said he doesn’t need Star Galaxy anymore.”“What?” Ryan’s voice was loud, shocked. “That makes no sense! His company’s falling apart. Why would he cut you off?”“I don’t know,” I said, my voice sharp. “He’s up to something. I need you to find out what. Dig into Frost Enterprises—every deal

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