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I Challenged My Ex-Billionaire Husband to a Duel

Married for two years, Willow was treated like dirt by Benjamin, who cherished his mistress like treasure. He was cruel and uncaring toward her; their marriage was only a prison. Willow put up with everything because she loved him deeply. Until that rainy night, when she lost her baby and crawled out in agony, calling for an ambulance, he left her pregnant to travel abroad with his mistress. She finally understood: she would never win his love. She penned a divorce agreement and left quietly. Two years later, Willow returned, surrounded by a sea of admirers. Her ex-husband cornered her, insisting, “My dear wife, I haven’t signed the divorce decree yet! You can’t escape from me!” She smiled coldly, “Sir, we are done.” His voice trembled as he recited their wedding vows. “Didn’t you promise to love me in good times and bad, in sickness and health? Don’t you remember?” Meeting his desperate gaze, she replied, “I no longer care. My life is for me to live, not yours to ruin.” He laughed darkly, stepping closer. “You changed your name and dyed your hair pink, fooling everyone but me.” Pulling her into a suffocating embrace, he hissed, “You either come back to me or I reveal to the world who you are: a divorced widow with a dead child.” Willow had built her career in France and gained stardom in the United States, but now the devil from her past threatened to destroy everything. She pushed him away, her heart racing. “The Nebula fashion contest. I compete with you. If I win, you leave me alone. If you win, I return to you.” A sinister smile spread across his lips, “It’s a deal.”

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Chapter 27

As he finished his story, there was a brief silence between us, the weight of his words settling around us like a warm embrace. The bustling restaurant seemed to fade into the background, leaving just the two of us and his tale of the Tokyo surf.

With a soft smile, I spoke up, "Thank you for sharing that with me. It's a beautiful memory."

He returned my smile, his eyes warm. "I'm glad you enjoyed hearing it, I think sometimes it's the stories we share that truly connect us."

At that moment, I realized how much I enjoyed being in Diego's company, listening to his stories, and sharing these ordinary yet extraordinary moments. 

Our connection wasn't just about the grand gestures—it was in the stories he told, the experiences we shared, and the simple joy of being together. And as we returned to our dinners, the conversation flowed effortlessly, each story adding another layer to the connection we were building.