After Divorce, My General Husband Chasing Me Back

Love My Ex-Wife 211

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Claire smacked Frederick's arm like she was chastising a naughty child, one slap following another without pause. Frederick grabbed her wrist firmly. "Claire!" he snapped.

The slaps didn't hurt, but the sheer audacity-this woman had completely lost her mind, daring to treat him like this.

"What's the matter? You mad?" Claire taunted, laughing uncontrollably. "Oh, Frederick, I didn't know you could get this angry! Look at you!" She leaned closer, squinting at him with mock curiosity.

"You know, you're actually kind of funny when you're pissed off. How did I never notice how entertaining you are?"

She was drunk-completely out of control-and doing whatever

me to her mind without a shred of restraint.

"Snap out of it!" Frederick growled, gripping her chin in a firm but controlled hold.

"Frederick!" Claire shouted, swatting his hand away. "You dare grab me? Who gave you the nerve to do that? I'm your fiancée, remember? We're tied together, whether you like it or not." She smirked, her voice dripping with defiance.

"If you piss me off tonight, want to guess what'll happen

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tomorrow? Headlines. Front page. Your precious presidential campaign? Forget it. You'd be dreaming to even run for dogcatcher."

could respond, Claire lunged forward, climbing over the console to pin him against the

Frederick hissed, caught off guard by her sudden

single day since I got out of

what did you do? Without even trying to hear me out, you threw

sent those thugs after her, who..." Her voice faltered for a moment, but her glare intensified. "But threw you wouldn't believe me, would you? You locked me up, away the key, and you're calling

Frederick could process her words, Claire leaned down and bit his neck-not hard

a moment,

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words struck a chord deep inside him. She kept insisting, even now, that she had nothing to do

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night resurfaced, sharp and vivid. He remembered Claire on her knees, pleading with him to believe her, swearing

no solid evidence tying her to

wasn't

that-assaulted and killed by

questions swirled in Frederick's mind, and for the first time in years, doubt began to creep

"..... Claire, are you part dog or

daze, a sharp, stinging pain radiating from his neck. It took him

grabbing her

glared back at him. "You're

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do you think you are? I've taken enough from you! You wanted me to shield you? I did it! You wanted me to get engaged to you? I agreed! You've been bullying me for years, and now you're coming after me even when I'm drunk? You're too

her words tumble out as if the alcohol had unlocked

the bite. "I'm the one who's too much?" he ground out. "You