Infatuated with my Ex-wife

Irene drank too much and fell into a hazy sleep. Her dream was also chaotic and shattered.

From her love at first sight for Edward, to the confrontation between the two after they got married, and... the warm embrace when he rescued her while she was trapped in the basement a few days ago. "Irene!" Suddenly, someone shouted her name. Irene's eyelashes trembled. She could not tell whether it was a dream or reality.

"Irene, open the door!" This voice became even clearer.

She opened her eyes suddenly, sat up in a daze, and pressed down her head which hurt a little. Then she looked at the door in confusion.

The knocking on the door and the yelling of Edward were still ringing. There was an unconcealable anger in the loud sound.

Irene suddenly awoke, and suddenly became completely deprived of alcohol.

He came to me... What did he want to do? Why was he so angry? Had the video of Celine's self-directed show been revealed?

"Do you hear me? Open the door right now!" Edward's voice became more and more furious.

Irene knew that if she didn't open the door, the man would kick the door and come in. She had to go over quickly and open the door.

"How did you..." The following words were scared back by the man's cold and horrible eyes.

She couldn't help but take a step back and her body felt cold.

"Irene, you are really had good means." he grabbed the document tightly in his hand and threw it on the ground. The pages of the document scattered everywhere. "Grandma's no-divorce agreement. You even used this trick. I really underestimated your scheming!"

"What agreement?" Irene did not understand what he meant at all. She looked down at the documents on the floor, and the important parts were all equipped with bold standards.

The sentence 'Edward and Irene cannot divorce, otherwise, Edward will have to give up the right to inherit his family's property' clearly came into Irene's view. Her heart jolted and suddenly understood why he was so angry now.

"Edward." She swallowed hard and said with a calm and sincere expression, "I don't know about this document, nor did I go to grandma's..."

"Shut up!" Edward interrupted her impatiently, with disgust and sarcasm in his cold eyes. "I've heard enough of your lies!"

Irene felt a sharp pain in her heart and her vision almost went black.

"Irene? How could there be someone like you in this world?" He took a few steps forward, stepping on the documents on the floor. Every word he uttered was stabbed into Irene's body like a knife. "Disgusting!" The last few words made Irene's heart hurt so much that her knees became soft and she almost fell to her knees. She hurriedly supported herself on the table and barely managed to stabilize her body.

"I have signed the documents. Now, as you wish, we will never divorced." Edward stood in front of her, bowed slightly, and used his sharp eyes to stare into Irene's eyes. "But I will never see a woman like you who makes people hate you again!"

Irene pressed hard on the table with his fingers, and even her nails were knocked open. She didn't feel anything.

After glancing at her coldly for the last time, Edward turned around and strode away without hesitation.

With a loud bang, he slammed the door.

Irene's body shook violently, and she couldn't stand up anymore and knelt on the ground.

A gust of cold wind blew in through the window, sending the documents on the floor flying.

Irene stared at them with her eyes wide open, tears falling down silently one after another.

She sat on the ground and felt a dull pain on her knees. She wiped her tears and began to pick up the documents one by one.

When she reached out her hand, she realized that his fingernail had been turned open. Her entire finger was stained with blood, and even the snow-white paper was dyed red.

Irene stared at her fingers for a while and slowly stood up. She wandered into the bathroom, washed her hands. And then came out to pick up the documents and tidied them up.

Edward's signature was on the last page, and Irene's signature was on the other side.

As long as she signed, the engagement between her and Edward would never end.

Celine would always be a mistress and Edward would always hate her.

Irene lay on the file, her heart full of bitterness and discomfort. But she was the only one who swallowed it.

She didn't know how long she had been lying there. It was getting dark outside the window, and the room was dark.

The phone on the tea table rang again. Irene stood up and took a heavy step to check the phone.

It was a phone call from a hotel.

"Hello." Irene's voice was completely hoarse, which was very unpleasant to hear.

"Is it Miss Jones?" The staff of the hotel called. "The surveillance video you asked for has been copied here. When will you come to get it?"

Irene slowly came to her senses, "Let's go tomorrow."

Hanging up the phone, her thoughts finally began to slowly restore their clarity and rationality.

In the surveillance video, there was a picture of the woman who threw her mobile phone away in the hotel, and... The woman who stole the phone and handed the phone to Celine's agent.

As long as she used some means to investigate, it was very likely that she would follow the clues and find out about Celine's fake video.

But... now that she and Edward had fallen out with each other like this. What could she do even if she found out the truth?

Maybe Edward would misunderstand that she was provoking their relationship.

Besides, in Edward's impression, she was so mean. So she didn't have to worry about her bad reputation.

Irene shook her head and curled up on the sofa, feeling desperate.

She stared blankly at the floor and the sky outside the window, from dark to complete darkness.

There was no light in the room. It was dark and cold.

The phone suddenly rang again, and the lit screen was glaring.

Irene narrowed her eyes and stretched out his hand to get the phone.

It was Sofia's call. She glanced at it and hung up.

However, the phone kept ringing. Feeling annoyed. Irene turned it off directly.

Last time, she almost died in her basement. Sofia didn't even think about sneaking a peek at her. The only affection she had for her mother was gone in the despair in the basement.

But just as the phone was turned off, the landline rang again.

If she didn't pick up the landline, Sofia would probably rush straight to her house!

Irene had no choice but to pick up the phone.

"Irene, you have guts." The person who spoke was not her mother Sofia, but Tristan. "It's fine if you don't help us ask Edward for an investment, but you actually called him to mess with us! Okay, you're really good!"

After being misunderstood twice in a row today, Irene lost his temper and said coldly. "I don't know what you are talking about. If you call me just for this nonsense, I don't have time to listen to it." Just as she was about to hang up, a blood-curdling scream sounded from the other end. It was Sofia.

Irene paused just as she was about to hang up. Then, she heard Tristan said fiercely. "I'll give you one hour. Come home immediately, or I'll chop your mother toes off and send it to you!""

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