Pursuing My Ex-Wife Isn’t Easy

Gwen lowered the broom and slumped against the wall behind her, still clutching the handle tightly.

After a few moments of catching her breath, she finally glanced at the man before her.

Ben was sprawled across the ground in a grotesque position, bleeding from a wound in his head. She could not tell whether he was dead or just rendered unconscious.

This sight shocked Gwen greatly, and she instinctively took a small step back. She was so preoccupied with defending herself against Ben that she never once stopped to see what was happening.

Now that he was unresponsive, she felt her chest tighten, and the broomstick clattered onto the ground.

Did she perhaps beat him to death?

At the thought of this, Gwen kneeled and reached out to feel for Ben’s breathing.

much as she wanted to escape from him, she

leaped up from the ground,

was happening, she was

attack me, you bitch?” Ben did not seem to notice the blood spilling down his

pay the price

to her shirt. “Get away

put down your broom to come to check on me, didn’t you?” Ben sneered but did not pause in his motion. “Do you think I’d be so easily killed, not to mention by someone

I as healthy as a horse, but I’m

at her shirt, and

“Don’t you dare lay a finger on me!

cover for yourself!” Ben sneered. “There’s no way you can escape now, Gwen! After having fun, I’m going to turn you into Tyson and get a nice, hefty reward! He’s going

you; the truth is, he’s going to kill you and dispose of the heart