Pursuing My Ex-Wife Isn’t Easy

Kurt shook his head and chuckled as he pulled his sleeves up. “I’m just a little excited. It’s been a while since I last saw you in action.’1

With that, he glanced out the window, then down at the GPS on his phone. “We must be arriving soon, aren’t we?”

Stefan nodded, then instructed Kurt to park the car they had stolen from Diablo at the side of the street before trudging into the hotel.

The hotel was, in fact, just a disguised brothel.

The moment they stepped out of the car, they could hear the chilling screams of a woman wailing in agony.

At that moment, Stefan could feel his heart leap into his throat.

Without another moment’s hesitation, he sprinted toward the room where the sounds were coming from.

A tall, burly man stood guard at the door. When he spotted Stefan and Kurt, he immediately stopped them. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

Stefan glanced at the man with a frown, then without hesitation, cocked his fist and punched him.

backward, still lightheaded from the impact, and Stefan shoved him out of the

the man and apologizing,

he

and the men’s cackles got louder as they ascended the second

door open, his weapon poised in front of him

of Gwen and her multiple suicide attempts materialized in his

experience

Stefan’s eyes were bloodshot.

he had sworn to protect Gwen with his life and shield her from all the

to sacrifice

to share a physical body with his twin brother, he

protect her, no one to shield

even she had fallen into Tyson’s hands and was a victim to these

yet he had failed her. He left her alone

this thought, Stefan’s sorrow and fury climaxed into a

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