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

mind?" Frederick hissed, caught off guard

of their mind, huh? You think it's me? No, Frederick, it's you! You bastard! You've bullied me every single day since I got out of prison. Every. Single. Day. Who gave you the right?"

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

who sent those thugs after her, who..." Her voice faltered for a moment, but her glare intensified. "But threw

process her words, Claire leaned down and bit his neck-not hard enough to hurt, but shocking enough to

a moment,

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chord deep inside him. She kept insisting, even now, that she had

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Claire on her knees, pleading with him

solid evidence tying her to

it wasn't Claire... then

up like that-assaulted and killed by a group of thugs for no

that chilling message from Anna on Claire's WhatsApp? The questions swirled in Frederick's mind, and for the first time in years,

are you

out of his daze, a sharp, stinging pain radiating from his neck. It took him a second to realize Claire had sunk her teeth into

roared, grabbing her and pulling her

at him. "You're

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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 much, Frederick! You're just too much!"

uncontrollably, she let her words tumble out as if the alcohol had unlocked every bottled-up grievance she'd

expression hardening as he pressed a hand against his neck, where blood was now seeping from the bite. "I'm the one who's too much?" he ground out. "You bite me,