All Chapters of Her Ex-husband Is A God Of War: Chapter 271
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She tried to look afraid. It didn’t take.“You don’t know who I am, sneaking around Sadie like some mighty fiancé,” she spat. “Do you know who I work for?”Charles looked amused. “Python?”The name hit her like gasoline. Her eyes widened; for the first time she looked small.He crouched until they were eye level, close enough for her to see the pale scar at the base of his throat. She lunged; he stepped away as if amused by her reach.“I made a mistake,” she sobbed suddenly, the act collapsing. “I was out of my mind. I shouldn’t have—please, help me. Forgive me. I’ll disappear. Just let me go.”Charles signalled for the phone again.This time she didn’t need a prompt.“Sadie Wyatt, I’m sorry for everything. You weren’t the target. I’ll send back the money and erase my records. Please—”A subordinate crushed the send button. Someone smashed the phone and dropped it in front of her. They poured gasoline o
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“You have a crush on someone?” August echoed.“Yes.” She hiccupped. “Charles. Sadie’s fiancé. That man…” She laughed, then suddenly broke into tears. “I’m horrible, right? The worst woman alive.”She covered her face, sobbing. “My life is a joke. I loved my fiancé. I really did.”August felt his throat tighten. “My girlfriend died too,” he whispered. “Nine days ago.”Natasha looked up, tears streaking her mascara. “We’re both cursed then,” she said bitterly. “I would’ve killed myself… but I just realized I’m still a virgin.”August let out a broken laugh — and then, quietly, he started to cry.Seeing that she had him where she wanted, Natasha buried her face in her hands… and cried harder.“Will you let me die a virgin?”“You’re not dying,” August said, meeting her eyes. “We’re going to survive this together.”“Are you in need of a one-night stand?” she asked, voice trembling.“No. I can’t do t
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Charles was driving back home that night when his phone rang — Damien. He frowned but picked up.“Hey, Charles. You home? With Sadie?”“Why do you ask?” Charles said, voice flat.“I… I could use your help right now.”“What happened?”“Actually…” Damien’s voice cracked. There was silence for a few seconds. “I swear I was just here with my girlfriend, and she’s not breathing again.”Something in Charles snapped. “What do you mean she’s not breathing?”“She came over, we were just fooling around—she hit her head on the wall—and now she’s not moving. She’s cold, Charles. She’s not breathing.”Charles gripped the wheel tighter. “Where are you?”Damien quickly spilled the address.Charles slammed his foot on the accelerator, sending the car flying down the highway.Two years before his brother died, Charles had gone with him to a party — just a bunch of high school kids celebrating the end o
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Sadie checked her phone again.She’d replayed the woman’s message more than ten times, but it still didn’t make sense. The woman suddenly backing out — the rumors that Roger was the one who murdered Cox — none of it added up.Her mind whispered Charles’ name, but she pushed it away. He couldn’t have done this… not without telling her first.She dialed Thomas.“I just saw your message,” she said smoothly. “Something about Cox’s death?”“Yeah,” Thomas replied. “But you don’t need to worry anymore. I was going to ask about the last time you saw him, but we’ve already got the culprit.”“And… Roger?”Thomas hesitated. “I’m not supposed to be disclosing that to you yet, but I’ll brief you later. By the way, is Charles home?”“Not yet.”“Alright. I was thinking about a double date, but I’ll check your schedule later. Gotta go for now.” He hung up.At the other end, Thomas stared at the board in front of hi
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The next time Thomas opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was Charles hovering over him — like a mother fussing over her sick child.Maybe Charles did have a heart after all.“You’re dead?” Charles asked flatly.“I know that was your wish for me, but unfortunately, I’m alive,” Thomas said, trying to sit up. A wave of pain tore through his body, forcing a groan out of him.“You might want to consider staying in that position for a while,” Charles muttered, pulling off his gloves.“Did… did you do something to me?” Thomas’s eyes darted around — syringes, stitching needles, blood-stained gauze. His eyes widened. “What did you do to me?”Charles gave him an odd look, like this man’s lost it.“Where even are we? Is it right for you to perform an operation on me when you’re not a doctor? What if a thousand bacteria are already crawling inside me because of that?!”Charles shook his head slowly. “I always knew you w
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“You know you’re not sounding like a cop right now,” Charles said.“As long as Sadie’s cleared, I don’t care how we get there,” Thomas said slowly. “Frame him, set it up—whatever. He’s well-connected; he’ll figure his way out or dig to find who really pulled the strings. He could help expose the real players.”“Sadie’s got people who can be twisted for her,” Charles said, flat.“That’s why you should decide what you want with her,” Thomas said, watching Charles carefully. “Because so far, you don’t seem like the sort of man who sticks around for nothing.”Thomas reached for his boots. “My boots?” he asked, already heading for the door.“You sure you’re going to be okay?” Charles asked, falling into step behind him. “The shoes are by the front door.”“I don’t know what you think about cops,” Thomas said, “but I guess you’ve been underestimating them. Work first — then we get the bastard who did this.”“Did you see his fac
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Sadie removed her nose mask once she was sure she was the only one in the amusement park — her and the man she’d booked an appointment with.Weird? Yes. But this was the safest kind of weird. As a celebrity, she couldn’t walk into a hospital without a dozen headlines—half true, half fiction—chasing her by sundown. An amusement-park appointment guaranteed privacy.The doctor bowed lightly before offering a handshake.Sadie took it briefly.“How many days in a week does it occur?” he asked a few seconds later, jumping straight into business.“I don’t keep count,” Sadie said. “But not as often as you might think. Maybe twice a week—just a few here and there. Nothing too frequent.”“How many weeks since it started? Any idea?”“About two months,” she muttered.“Any medications you’ve been taking?”“You know what, I barely sleep at night,” she said, exhaling. “So I take a lot of pills. Those are the only ones I’ve
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Charles found himself inside some warehouse. Ridiculous? Absolutely. And to make it worse, he was standing in the middle of a room full of men whose entire life seemed to revolve around building abs — and flaunting them like trophies. All of them had stripped off their shirts. Charles just stood there, torn between being amused and wondering if he was supposed to feel intimidated. What the hell is going on here? “By the time we’re done with you today, you’ll regret ever living,” one of them swore, flexing his muscles. “You’ll look back at the day your mother realized she was pregnant with you and cry blood for letting her give birth to you.” “If you can apologize, we might go easy on you, though,” another said, flexing. Charles just stared, wondering if that was supposed to intimidate him. “Look at him… acting like a dumb idiot,” one spat. “He must think we’re going to take it lightly with him,” another added. “Get on your knees first,” one barked. “I’m pissed you’re just stand
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Emmy stormed into the cell after lashing out at every police officer within sight. Her voice had echoed through the hallway like a warning siren. How dare they arrest Roger based on such stupid, baseless evidence?“He was the person Cox met, ma’am,” one of the officers tried explaining, voice trembling.“I don’t want to hear a damn word until I meet the head of police. If I can’t see him, don’t talk to me again,” she snapped, glaring so sharply the man almost flinched backward.Moments later, they opened the cell — probably realizing she’d tear down the whole place if they didn’t.Roger stepped out, locking eyes with her briefly before walking past in silence.“Don’t mind those crazy bastards,” she fumed, rushing after him. “I’ll deal with all of them.”Roger said nothing. He just got into the passenger seat. Emmy slid behind the wheel, stealing glances at him. His silence was thick, almost suffocating.“Did you really meet with Cox that night?” she asked, then quickly added, “I’m sur
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“I’m really sorry, Roger. I promise it wasn’t my fault. I didn’t mean to do it.”Roger smiled faintly, brushing his thumb along her cheek. “Emmy, what makes you an adult is admitting your mistakes,” he said softly — the kind of softness that disarms you before it cuts. “I don’t want to date a kid. And if we look at this carefully…” he paused, pretending to think, “it’s all your fault.”Her eyes widened. “My fault?”“That night,” he continued calmly, “if you had just called me — maybe once, maybe twice — I might not have even met Cox.”She opened her mouth to protest, but he raised a finger.“That’s what mature girlfriends do,” he said, voice low, persuasive. “They check on their men. Even if I don’t answer, you call again. Once, twice, three times. That’s how you show love.”“Wouldn’t that annoy you?” she asked quietly.He chuckled softly. “Annoy me? No, babe. I’d love it.” He leaned in closer, feigning a small laugh. “I can’t believe I’m even explaining this. It’s common sense — or i