Dumping My Billionaire Ex

She pursed her lips and said. "I was surprised to find myself in your bed that time; it wasn't something I planned. After we got married, I admit I had feelings for you. Seeing Tilda betray you, I thought we could start over. I won't say I have no resentment towards you, but you never promised me anything. The only thing that wasn't fair to me was your disbelief that I had nothing to do with that night. Your family needed me to calm the tunneil, and I wanted to marry you to fulfill a childhood dream. We both got what we needed, so no one wronged anyone. Adults should take responsibility for their own choices. After I married you, being ignored by your family was my issue, a consequence of my decision. You don't need to feel guilty towards me anymore, nor do you need to consider compensating me just because I'm Big Eyes" She felt wronged and upset in the past, full of endless resentment. But as time passed and her thoughts moved beyond those feelings, everything became clear. "Edwin if you want to make amends, let me live quietly and stop interfering with my friends." With that, she gracefully tilted her chin, opened the door, and stepped out of the car.

Edwin's hand, pressing down on her, dropped weakly. The sunlight fell on his face, not adding any warmth but creating a chilling effect that made

one's heart shiver.

Nexus was a scene of indulgence and decadence in the night. Edwin's hand was faintly visible in the hazy glow, holding a glass with ice clinking softly. After downing the drink in one gulp, only the eerie, cold light reflected off the ice remained. There was an air of loneliness and desolation.

"What's this? Even the esteemed Mr. Stanley has his moments of despair Ray walked over, sitting opposite him, a faint smile playing on

his lips.

It wasn't a private room but rather a somewhat noisy hall. The table was in the most inconspicuous corner, with neon lights occasionally flashing. highlighting Edwin's sharp features while drinking and his overly serious eyes. This version of Edwin seemed no different from his usual self.

Only Ray could sense that Edwin was in a bad mood. Edwin finished his drink without responding, his gaze steady and impassive. Ray flicked his fingers, a subtle, intriguing smile on his handsome face. He didn't say anything, just leaned back against the cushion, half-reclining lazily in his seat.

"Why did you suddenly go to Rofruolor? Edwin asked. Despite having drunk quite a bit, his voice remained cold and sharp. A man like him never showed signs of drunkenness easily. His gaze was always sharp and persistent.

Ray pressed a finger lightly against his lips, clearing his throat with a fake cough. "What if I said I wanted to become more powerful" Edwin looked at him; his gaze was sharp enough to pierce through anyone. Ray met his gaze evenly, neither warm nor cold.

Edwin looked away and poured himself another drink. He didn't ask anything further.

Intelligent people often only need to hear the previous sentence to anticipate the next one.

“She's mine,” he said after a long pause. His hand gripped the glass tightly, his fingertips turning pale under the pressure. Ray smiled faintly in

"From childhood to now, I've always been lazy and laid-back because I dislike conflict, preferring to be a bystander, My greatest dream was to live freely and unconstrained. Now, I realize that my avoidance of conflict stemmed from nothing worth fighting for. But now, I won't back down!"

Ray took the glass and lightly tapped it against Edwin's "Honestly, you're not worthy of her," he said.

"Why?" It wasn't the first time Ray had said this, but it was the first time Edwin was curious about it.

Ray smiled faintly. "Don't you know! She's not just your Big Eyes, she's... Before he could finish his sentence, Edwin's phone rang-

I was Jake calling. If it had been anyone else, Edwin might not have answered, but a call from Jake always signaled a vital matter. He gripped his phone and strode purposefully out of Nexus

Twenty minutes later, Edwin appeared in the private conference room where Jake had been waiting.

Jake was dressed in a black jacket. His face was sharp and cold, and he stood there like a sculpture, "Mr. Stanley Jake greeted Edwin with

with a nod once

"Shoot" Edwin said, striding over to sit in the chair.

Jake pulled out a small, transparent bag containing bullets from his pocket. "We've traced the origin of the bullets. They come from a fringe organization whose leader is mainly involved in mercenary work and takes on special tasks, such as sniping, he explained. The bullet he held was the one that killed Tilda

"When did Tilda have a grudge with them" Edwin's brow furrowed sharply. Even he had never had dealings with such outlaw elements. Anyone in their right mind knew better than to get involved with such people and matters.

"Tim not quite sure about that? Jake shook his head.

10:23 AM

Edwin frowned and fell silent. In the dim room, the faint light filtered through the window, casting a glow on the faces of the two men. Despite Jake's sharp demeanor, he couldn't overshadow the aristocratic aura that surrounded Edwin

"Try to investigate who orchestrated the setup between me and Sharon, Edwin urged. It had never been thoroughly investigated because he believed it was Sharon's doing. Now that she had clarified her stance, he had new suspicions.

Jake was visibly stunned. "Could it be the same person"" he asked. One involved a homicide, the other a seemingly trivial setup. Even Jake found it

hard to believe

I told you to investigate, then investigate it thoroughly!"

"Understood," Jake responded, then left

Edwin didn't rush out but stood by the window, silently lowering his head. He let the light wash over him, casting a stern glow on his profile.

Jasmine was still discussing Edwin and Sharon with Tina in the Stanley Manor.

Tina remarked confidently. "Sharon Cress is shameless, She's cozying up to the boss at Bisney Entertainment while messing around with my brother. She thinks she can have in both ways, but she's just after wealth and status. In her view, Sharon was the type to do anything to climb the social ladder.

A hint of doubt crossed Jasmine's impeccably maintained face. "Why do I feel like there's more to this?" She used to agree with Tina's perspective. However, over time, she had witnessed how powerful Sharon was, and coupled with Edwin's inexplicable questions last night, she couldn't help but wonder more deeply about the situation.

"Edwin always says I don't know the real Sharon Cress. I wonder what he means by that. Jasmine said,

"It can only mean one thing-she puts on a different face for us and another for men, skilled in seduction." Tina said bluntly. She was always straightforward and didn't delve into more profound thoughts unless necessary

"Oh goodness, let's stop talking about her. We've been at it since last night till this morning, isn't it enough? Tina glanced at her watch. "You go on ahead. I have something to attend to and need to leave soon Randall's exhibition match today was a big deal for her and can't be missed.

Jasmine wanted to continue talking, but Tina quickly shoved something into her arms and drove off in her car. “Oh. Tina!" Jasmine called out in frustration to her daughter, who was quickly outpacing her with the speed of her vehicle.

In no time. Tina disappeared. Jasmine felt both angry and frustrated, sighing heavily, Edwin was distant, and Tina loved to wander around. None of them seemed to understand or care about her feelings Tina rushed to the performance venue in a thurry. She didn't even have time to park her car properly in the garage; she just stopped it on the road and hurried backstage with her bag. Using her unique connections, Tina had secured backstage access. Today, not only would she see Randall on stage, but she might also have a chance to encounter him backstage

As Tina grew more excited, she arrived at the backstage entrance and glanced at herself in the mirror, adjusting her attire. She touched up her makeup before she heard a gentle male voice nearby. "It's Randall!" Tina exclaimed joyfully, turning her head to look.

The first person Tina saw wasn't Randall, but a woman.

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