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Please Let Me Go, My Contracted Ex-Husband.

He married the daughter of the Lancaster family purely for revenge. He expected her to be obedient and submissive, not to resist or show emotions—a perfect pawn in his plan for vengeance. However, when his gaze locked onto the third daughter of the Lancaster family, the one who barged into the living room was her—disheveled and stained with blood. She seemed ordinary, but beneath the surface, she hid an unknown sharpness. "Do you love me?" he asked coldly. "You're crazy!" she rolled her eyes in disdain. In that moment, he smiled with satisfaction, believing he had everything under control. But she fought back. Marrying him was merely one step in her own plan. Four years later, with the Lancaster family completely destroyed, she threw the divorce papers in his face, smiling like the final victor: "Albert Wilson, have you finished using me? Thank you for making me think I once loved you. Now, never see me again, even in death." Just as she turned to leave in triumph, she accidentally walked into a gang's arms deal, and an explosion forever separated her from him. It was only when he found the two-month pregnancy test result among her belongings that he realized he had lost the only salvation of his life.

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Chapter 82- the game isn’t over yet

When they arrived, the weather was already gloomy, with what seemed to be snowflakes drifting down. At this moment, the snowflakes seemed to be falling more heavily, as if they were silently mourning the tragedy unfolding.

Cynthia sat there in a daze, her bare ankles scratched by the friction of her high heels, peeling skin off. She was only wearing a thin dress, and in this snow-filled weather, the cold marble beneath her felt like ice, but she seemed oblivious to any chill.

Maureen Lancaster came out behind her, holding her coat and shoes. The others had gone to the hospital, leaving her and Wendy to handle the aftermath. She gently draped the coat over Cynthia's shoulders and helped her up to put on her shoes.

"Cynthia, good people will be rewarded, Vince will be fine. Heaven will protect him," Maureen Lancaster tried to comfort her, but she had no other words.