The Billionaire Ex-Wife Stormed Back as a Marvelous Divine Doctor

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They say a man is most likely to agree to a woman's requests in bed.

Ivy River believed it!

"Edwin, how about we have a baby?"

At the crucial moment of intimacy, her eyes were sultry, and her soft hands pressed against the man's firm waist, her gaze full of deep affection.

The Blake family had ten generations of sole heirs, and Grandma worried daily about not having a grandson. She couldn't let the Blake family line end, and besides, she really wanted to have a little Edwin.

However!

The man straddling her paused.

"Ivy River, once we finish this, let's get a divorce. Our three years are up, and we've done it enough, ninety-nine times."

Edwin Blake's thin lips parted slightly, his husky voice cold, showing no emotion on his handsome face.

Ivy River instantly froze.

She looked at the man's handsome face, somewhat dazed.

Has it really been three years?

Three years ago, Grandma Blake used a promise made to the River family to pressure Edwin into marrying her.

Edwin agreed but also signed a prenuptial agreement, stating the marriage would last three years and then end in divorce.

She had added a clause: three years could be allowed, but they had to be intimate ninety-nine times.

Back then, she was young and naive, thinking intimacy could lead to love.

And the result?

Three years had passed and she couldn't warm that cold heart.

Just that day, she received news that Edwin's first love, Isla Sutton, was returning tonight.

No wonder, when Edwin, who barely touched her once a week, had been acting like he was drugged these past few days, being unusually frequent in wanting her, as if he wanted to die in bed. He just wanted to complete the agreement early?

Ivy River's eyes, usually gentle, now turned icy.

"Fine, the transaction is over, Edwin, let's... get a divorce."

Ivy River held back the bitterness in her heart, stiffly pushing Edwin Blake away, picking up her clothes from the floor and putting them on.

"I'll come for my things in a few days. If Grandma asks, I hope you can cover it up. She's old and can't take any shocks."

Edwin Blake's ruthless voice landed behind Ivy River.

Ivy River gave a bitter smile.

She really must have been blind to fall for such a man.

Even knowing he didn't think highly of her family background, she was still willing to wash her hands and cook for him.

Even knowing the Blake family didn't take kindly to her, treating her like a dog, summoning her at will, she sincerely tried to perform well, hoping to earn everyone's approval.

And what was the result?

In three years of marriage, Edwin Blake didn't even give her a wedding.

He even attended all public events with his secretary, never acknowledging her publicly.

Now, he's eager to end the marriage, moving out without delay, rushing to someone else!

Only Grandma Blake, even knowing Edwin Blake had no love for her, always cherished her. Without Edwin mentioning it, she would also keep it from the elder.

She bravely withheld her heartache, "I know, I'm not you, I have feelings."

Watching Ivy River straighten her back and turn to leave, Edwin Blake shouted, "Wait a minute."

He strode to the coffee table, took a document from the drawer, and threw it on the table.

"Look over it, sign if you don't have any objections. If there's anything you're not satisfied with, feel free to bring it up."

Ivy River reached out for the document, the words "Divorce Agreement" catching her eye.

Flipping to the last page, she saw his name already signed on the male side.

So, this is what it's like not to love.

No explanation, directly issuing an order to end this relationship.

Ivy River smiled, but her pale lips betrayed her heart.

She had thought this day might come. She thought she could accept it calmly, yet she still overlooked her feelings for Edwin Blake.

Edwin Blake, not getting a response, frowned, his eyes sharply fixating on her.

"Ivy River, you're the one who wants to stop this for the last time. Don't wear out that last bit of my patience. Signing is good for both of us. There's no room for any amends here, so quickly sign; I need to go to the airport to pick up Isla. Don't waste my time."

Ivy River's lips curled into a sneer, casually flipping through the document, signing her name with flourish and tossing it back to him.

Listening to him openly mentioning Isla Sutton's name.

Her heart felt as if pierced by a thousand needles.

Since marrying Edwin Blake, she hadn't touched a scalpel or a paintbrush.

A dutiful wife? Gentle and sensible? Love-struck fool?

She was determined to strip these labels off herself!

Ivy River quickly regained her composure and coldly spoke, "Ours was a contract marriage. The time is up, so let's part amicably. Whatever you want to do has nothing to do with me."

Hearing this, Edwin Blake inexplicably became irritated. Clearly, he secured what he wanted most.

Why did he still feel this way?

He thought Ivy River would shout, cry, and throw a fit.

But unexpectedly, she, as always, didn't dispute, didn't fuss, agreeing to everything she was told.

Usually, she was wooden and uninteresting, completely a stay-at-home good woman.

Only in bed did she have allure, a mix of purity and allure, making it hard for him to resist.

But now she was cold, looking at him as if he were a stranger…

He pulled a corner of his mouth, feigning nonchalance, "This villa is yours. You don't have to go back to the countryside. You have no relatives in the city, and as for company shares, if you want…"

Before he finished speaking, Ivy River coldly interrupted.

"No need, I'll leave with nothing. Give me two days to get my things in order. After that, besides matters concerning Grandma, I beg you not to contact me again—disgusting."

After speaking, their gazes collided.

Ivy River appeared carefree and untroubled, showing no signs of sadness, even smiling gently to wish, "I wish President Blake and Miss Sutton a happy century of love, together forever."

To bear his children, she couldn't in this lifetime.

But even if she had to leave, she wanted to leave with dignity.

Edwin Blake observed her relieved expression, his eyes darkening, brows furrowing, unclear what he was thinking.

…

Ivy River was driving on the road when her phone rang.

As soon as she answered, Edwin Blake's angry voice came through:

"Ivy River, how despicable you are, going to such lengths to get pregnant with my child! I must have been blind to sleep with you for three years, a hundred times!"

Ivy River was a little stunned.

At that moment, a WeChat message arrived with a picture.

She glanced at it, a row of broken condoms.

Ivy River couldn't help but tap her fingers on the steering wheel, her tone filled with sarcasm, "Edwin Blake, what do you mean?"

"So desperate to have my child? Don't even think about trying schemes to remarry me. You're not worthy!"

The mockery in Edwin Blake's words was evident.

"Go see a psychiatrist for your persecution delusions. Do you think every woman wants to have your child? Idiot!"

After saying this, Ivy River hung up directly.

She slipped on her sunglasses with one hand, her red lips radiant, smiling with defiance, quickly turned back to the villa to pack her belongings.

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