After Divorce, My General Husband Chasing Me Back

Love My Ex-Wife 45

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Claire had barely donned her underwear, her skirt still in hand, when the door was violently kicked open.

She instinctively shielded her girl parts.

Thankfully, only girls trailed behind Emily, no men in sight.

"You're still playing coy, are you? You really think you're some innocent little thing? I haven't even pushed you into the fray yet, serving our guests. Do you have any idea of your own worth here?" "Emily, you were the most beautiful, with the best figure and performance since you arrived, yet you've never had such treatment," another chimed in.

"Yeah, why does this little wench, inferior in every way, get to lounge around, doing nothing but trailing Hannah?"

"We all have to work. No one's exempt. Even Emily, with her status, has to perform three shows a day. Why should you be

idle?"

"That's right. Performance is key in Eclipse Nightclub. Those who excel can enjoy freedom, but those who lag must do the dirty, tiring, and disgusting work. Isn't that the truth, Emily?" Before Emily could respond, her entourage had already begun

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their taunts with venomous sarcasm.

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"Claire, it's not that I don't support you. It's just that my ability is limited. Despite not knowing your connection to Hannah, it's clear she cares for you deeply.

"No one would dare bully you with her around, but now that she's gone, I can't control these employees. Here, strength speaks. I can't just favor you, can I?" Emily said. She ignored Claire as she sat down, crossing her legs.

Her words were draped in a veneer of politeness, yet the underlying message was unmistakably clear.

Claire was left with two choices. Work or face the consequences.

Claire replied, "Of course, Emily. I'm new and inexperienced. I hope you'll guide me. I don't mind taking on any work you assign.

"I haven't made any mark here yet; I'm likely at the bottom of the pile. It stands to reason that I should be the one taking on the grunt work, the tasks no one else wants." Claire had endured far worse within the confines of prison; these barbed remarks were but a light breeze compared to the storms she had weathered.

Those dirty, wearisome chores paled into insignificance beside the darkness she had endured within the cold walls of her

prison.

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a deep, restful slumber

volunteered, don't blame us. When Hannah returns, you can

unleash her fury but was taken aback by Claire's unexpected

matters for Claire, knowing well that any other choice would make for a tough explanation upon Hannah's return.

Eclipse Nightclub, she captured the spotlight, becoming the

through sheer talent and tenacity. But what did this

and enjoying her days in leisure, was an

I fail, I'll

and

from the others.

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coerced into this life or had chosen it freely,

could survive.

Claire to her demise or, perhaps worse, a return to the confines of

was no doubt she would meet her end within those

if Claire ever stepped afoul of the law or if any shred of evidence surfaced against her, Frederick and Harrison would relentlessly pursue her, showing no mercy. Thus, Claire could only live cautiously as if she

the thinnest of ice.

lose herself within the throngs, hoping

and other chores this

her freshly painted nails before

Emily," Claire said,

exit of Emily and her companions from Claire's room, the resonance of

to be so meek," one

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proves she's cunning. Without Hannah, she's just a humble servant," another retorted. "Perhaps she fawned over Hannah when Hannah was around. How

work. Let her be. No

that her endeavors today were akin to grasping at air, utterly fruitless, and the relentless prattle of the surrounding women only served to fan the flames of her

There's plenty of work here.

I'm curious to see how long she can

with fleeting whispers before the women soon followed her

threw herself into her work. Given her lacklustre performance, it was no surprise she

stained with a cocktail

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wild escapades were the ones

were mere trifles