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Bar Encounter: The Ex-Husband Regret

Bar Encounter: The Ex-Husband Regret

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Chapter 1

Word Count: 1078    |    Released on: 18/10/2024

e, a product of a

s found himself a

an uncanny resemblance t

hausted, so I ask

get half of his assets, wh

at a bar, flaunting

he next booth, sitting on

, wrecking the bar

odshot as he dema

my boy

then w

e my h

rected me, "Husband during the divorce coo

convenience faces c

the alliance between the Ward

t married, he lai

terfere with my

s trouble at home, you're r

ways be on

ounded quite

hought, they we

hy and powerful young man isn't

he Ward Family fac

d the business, causing

capital into the Ward Group in the form of a

him as a bar

, I was only 20, utterly

rs that his first love die

treated me well-considerat

years, I truly fel

d liking or arrange a private jet to take me to see the

ed everything to fly back

nt of naivety, making me believe he loved me to th

irst incide

stom-made dress worth tens of

s. Oliver," Harold suddenly left

omposure, but I kne

t of a woman, and

gly like Harold's

ever even met her, but I r

chatted with this woman, a

as if waiting for me to

s and anger, forcing a s

have found some

e curious onlookers,

untless times, but

-his gifts, the masterpieces, the win

hat night, and I s

always by Harold's side, r

ed, how could I

ouldn't take

ed me away, coldly reminding me, "Elsie,

ly for him to say, "We're just in a marriage of co

ment, my h

ying, fleein

d the Oliver Family;

e after another, each more

s told me, I wa

the capital city's wealthy wives, liv

me before ten, w

h his mistress and, unable t

ning skincare routine,

the cloying scent of perfume cli

pushing him away, inten

led me bac

my wrists in his large hand

property but don't want to

blankly, unable

mistress have her

serve

that, why keep her around?

oman made Harold's exp

up. Don't brin

ftly, knowin

oday he broke up, tomorrow there'd be

ing from his cheek to his Adam's apple, finall

a cat, scratching you even a

again, my veiled sarcas

his warm breath brushin

, enduring his p

d beg like before, whispering s

and helplessness. I bit my

e to respond, he gr

ough to bleed, he lost int

, falling into

some medicine with water, and sat

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