All Chapters of Her Ex-husband Is A God Of War: Chapter 261
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“It’s none of your business—” Sadie began.“You’re wrong,” the woman snapped. “It’s my right to make sure people like you don’t rub your poor mentality on me. You might be okay mixing with trash, but I’m not.”She turned to Charles with contempt. “If you leave this second, I won’t embarrass you. Stay another second, and you’ll be wiping this floor with that fancy white shirt of yours.”Sadie furiously pulled out her phone and scrolled for the founder’s number.“I’m only going to count to five,” the woman warned. “And by the end of it, you’ll wish you hadn’t stepped in here.”“If you’re having a bad day—” Charles began coolly.“You’re the one having a nightmare and calling it a life,” she spat at Sadie.Sadie stared at her, baffled. “Do… do I know you?”“Oh, you do,” the woman sneered. “My cousin asked you out and you turned him down like you were too good for him. And then you show up here with this classless ma
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“Yes, ma’am,” the chef replied cheerfully. “He personally asked me to come here. I owe him one. He helped me out in a… well, we shouldn’t talk about that here, should we, Charles?”Charles smirked faintly. “Well, I’m afraid my fiancée came here to get a nice meal, but this is apparently how people behave around here.” He gestured at the mess on the floor.The chef looked around, his expression darkening. “Ma’am, what on earth happened here?”Emmy’s sister jumped in quickly. “Good thing you asked. This idiot insulted our biggest sponsor. How do you expect us to pay your salary if—”“I didn’t come here for the salary,” the chef interrupted flatly. “I came because he asked me to. I don’t usually work for restaurants like this. I prefer humbler places that don’t treat people like garbage.”Before anyone could react, he ripped off his apron and dropped it on the nearest table. “I’ll wire back every cent you’ve paid me. And I’ll let my follower
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“I’m really sorry about that,” Sadie said as Charles drove toward the family villa. “I shouldn’t have made us go to that restaurant.”Charles shrugged. “Nah. It was just another chance to give them a piece of my mind.”“You didn’t have to make that guy work for our company, though.”“I’ll take that as a thank you,” he said with a smirk. Then, more seriously, “You’re not hungry?”“We’re about to have dinner,” she replied.“You’ll actually be able to eat?” he asked, half-teasing.“I’ve learned to eat under any kind of situation. It’s my only survival skill,” she said with a faint, ironic smile.Just then, Charles’ phone buzzed on the console. They glanced at each other at the same time.“What?” he asked.“Nothing,” she said quickly, shrugging. “I was just… wondering about couples who can check each other’s phones.”“Check it,” he said simply.Her eyes widened. “Oh, come on. I was joking.
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Charles shot him a cold, sharp look. Ah. So that’s the game he wants to play tonight.“He’s truly committed,” Solomon’s mother said admiringly.Conversation drifted toward politics and business. Beneath the polite chatter, it was clear: this dinner was more than a meal—it was a family alliance in the making.“I need to use the restroom,” Solomon said, standing. “Could someone show me the way?”“Sadie, please take him,” Mr. Wyatt instructed.Sadie stood. Charles rose too, instinctively.“Well, Charles, you can relax,” Solomon’s mother said with a teasing smile. “You don’t have to be so worried when we’re all family. She’ll be marrying Solomon soon, after all.”To everyone’s surprise, Charles quietly sat back down. Sadie blinked at him, startled—she’d half expected him to snap or make a scene. But Charles was unpredictable, and tonight, that unpredictability made everyone uneasy.As soon as Sadie and Solomon left,
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Solomon bent down, reaching for Sadie's face——when a sudden, violent force slammed him sideways.He crashed into the wall with a thud that rattled the tiles.Sadie looked up. Charles stood there, framed by the doorway like a storm had just walked in. His eyes softened briefly as they met hers, a silent “you’re safe now”. Then the softness vanished.He strode over to Solomon, grabbed him by the collar, and pressed him flat to the ground, pressing his boot on Solomon's stomach with bone-crushing weight. Solomon screamed.Too bad the restroom was soundproof.“Get up,” Charles said, his voice like ice cracking.“I—”Charles pressed down harder. Solomon’s scream ripped through the room.He scrambled up, wheezing in pain.“Apologize to her,” Charles ordered.“Get—”WHAP!The slap came fast and clean. Solomon’s head snapped to the side, the sound echoing like a gunshot.
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Inside, the night guards were half asleep. Charles found the familiar spot where the spare keys were kept, selected the right one, and strode silently toward Mr. Wyatt’s room.He opened the door without a sound. The old man was asleep.Charles moved closer and tapped him lightly on the shoulder.A groggy stir.Another tap.This time, Mr. Wyatt’s eyes fluttered open. For a split second, he didn’t register who was standing over him—then it hit. He jolted up with surprising speed and scrambled for his phone.But of course, Charles had already disabled the network. No calls were going through tonight.Charles calmly dragged a chair across the room, the sound scraping softly against the floor, and sat down opposite the bed.Mr. Wyatt stood frozen, panicking in nothing but his shorts. For an old schemer, the man was surprisingly fit.“I was just thinking on my way here,” Charles began casually, his voice smoo
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Charles opened the door softly, though his instincts told him it wasn’t necessary. Sadie had only just fallen asleep before he left, and he’d barely been gone thirty minutes. At least she should have slept longer than that.He flicked on the light.“Shit.”The curse escaped before he could stop it.Sadie stood in the middle of the room, barefoot, wearing a flowing white gown.Wait—was she sleepwalking again?“Sadie…” he said, stepping closer.She didn’t turn.“Sadie?” He was about to touch her shoulder when she suddenly turned around.Charles froze.Her face—what the hell was that on her face?“What do you think, babe?” she asked in a girlish tone, like a high schooler. “I was just testing things out. Don’t worry, I’ll clean the make-up off later. I just thought it looked cute.”Cute? “Did you check the mirror while you…”“Of course, Cox.”She smiled, that painted face givi
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A few seconds later, when Charles didn’t hear another word from her, he pulled back slightly to look at her face.She was already asleep — her eyes closed, her breathing steady.With too much running through his mind, he gently carried her in his arms and walked to her room.But just as he reached the door, her eyes flickered open. She stared at him — blankly at first, then with a slow-forming frown.“You were… sleepwalking,” Charles muttered, setting her down carefully.Sadie’s gaze dropped to her dress — the wedding gown she’d brought when she thought she was getting married to Cox. Then her eyes caught something else. The wrist watch on Charles’s wrist.She looked up at him, silently demanding an explanation.“I was going to return this,” Charles said quietly. “You said it was a gift for—”He didn’t have to finish. She already knew.She had told him about Cox. Probably mentioned his birthday too.But how
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Charles rested his arms on the staircase rail, watching Thomas pretend to read a book. They both knew it was a front.“People are gonna start thinking we’re friends if you keep standing here,” Charles muttered after a few quiet minutes. It didn’t even make sense that Thomas had called him over just to chat.“I sent Sadie a message yesterday. In the evening,” Thomas said.Charles waited. “Am I supposed to ask what happened next?”“It’s the first time since I met her that I texted and she didn’t reply in twenty-four hours.” Thomas exhaled, still staring at the pages he wasn’t reading. “At first, I thought maybe she was with you or something.”“What message?”Thomas finally closed the book and joined Charles by the rail. He leaned forward, looking down to the third floor below.“If I jumped from here,” he said quietly, “what do you think would happen?”“Best case? You die before you hit the ground,” Charles replied
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Charles let the call go to voicemail. It was Hardin again — the tenth since he left Thomas and started back toward Sadie’s house.The phone buzzed before he could breathe. He almost swiped it away, thinking it was Hardin, but the screen said godfather. It had been ages. The old man—was he okay?“Good evening, sir,” Charles said, steering the car to the shoulder and killing the engine.“What is wrong with you, Charles?” his godfather asked without preamble.“What? Do you mean why I haven't—”A long, quiet sigh stopped him.“What's going on?” the man asked, voice calm and hollow.“About what? Everything’s fine as far as I know.”“I’m not sure, Charles. I’m not sure.”“I don’t get what you’re talking about.”“Hardin called me this evening…”Charles’ fist closed around the phone. That bastard needed a lesson.“You’re going to tell me why you’re doing this to that woman?” the godfa