The Ex and Her Riches

The sound of water flowing in the bathroom of the Newton residence abruptly ceased, replaced by tranquil silence that permeated the air.

Wearing a loose-fitting, dark grey bathrobe, Charles stepped out of the bathroom, his muscular arms half raised to dry his hair that was dripping wet.

His exquisite blue eyes looked relaxed, his nose was fine and straight, and his lips made him look even more charming when he smiled. With his facial features, he looked like a prince from a foreign land.

The glistening water droplets on his body added to the captivating allure he exuded, enhancing his already charismatic presence.

Every time after a shower, Charles had the habit of enveloping himself tightly in a bathrobe, rather than simply using a towel to cover the lower half of his body.

It was not that he had a poor figure. Rather, it was because of the indelible scars that remained from the beatings and torture he had endured in the past.

Charles held such disdain for his own body that he avoided looking at it whenever possible. He would ensure he was fully clothed before facing the mirror. Even then, he would only focus on his face, deliberately avoiding any glimpse of the rest of his physique.

Ring! Ring! Ring!

It was the sound of an incoming text.

Charles lowered his gaze casually. At first, he was not the slightest bit fazed by the text, but the keywords caught his attention.

It was from an unknown number, but the text contained Whitney’s name.

Immediately, he picked up the phone to read the text.

It read: I heard you’re going out on a date with Whitney tomorrow, but do you really know that woman? She doesn’t deserve you. Come to Seduction Bar. I’ll show you how despicable she can be.

A frown creased Charles’ forehead as his expression darkened.

The tone of the text sounded familiar.

Jessamyn’s the only person who knows I took Whitney away from the restaurant during the day. Seduction Bar’s a place where wealthy people have fun. Why would Whitney be there?

Realizing things were not as simple as they seemed, Charles entered the walk-in closet, quickly changed into something appropriate, and drove to Seduction Bar.

When he reached the bar’s entrance, he spotted a slender figure standing under the neon lights.

It was Jessamyn.

on her face when she noticed the man approaching from his car. “I knew you’d come, so I’ve been waiting for you here. What do you think?

attitude during the date that day tells me you don’t like me and even look down on me. So why waste your time on

sentence, his gaze and tone turned icy, revealing his

friends. I just so happened to see Whitney in there.

the first part of

a few times. It’s only normal that I don’t like you, right? Then again, that doesn’t mean I won’t like you in the future after getting to know you

arms, playing with her freshly done nails from that afternoon, a

looking down on others. This attitude fueled her determination not to let Charles show disinterest in her, nor would she permit him to choose what she deemed as an inferior and foolish woman

order to win Charles over, for

sight for sore eyes if Jessamyn were to spend

self-centered thoughts, Jessamyn remained oblivious

importantly, he feared that he would be unable to contain the anger and rage bubbling within his heart if he allowed himself to engage further

been his old self, Charles wouldn’t have bothered

Bring

Jessamyn without further acknowledgment

quickly hurried along and walked beside him. “You rarely go to places like this, huh? That’s unexpected. I didn’t think you’d be so

With an icy gaze, he continued on his path, unaffected by her words or

couple of minutes later, Jessamyn led him to

his head, he saw the words

say you’d take me to

their fun if I take you to the private room. Anyway, I just wanted to show you how despicable

not make any

brow smugly. “I’ve informed the person in charge of the surveillance room, anyway. This way, Mr.

gaze and

real-time footage from

sitting on a couch with Whitney seemingly singing on the small

lasted for

everything seemed rather

singing a few songs. She’s making a living with her capabilities. Which

After all, no successful man would like their future wife

glanced at the screen and said unperturbedly, “Why are you so impatient? Singing and dancing won’t be

and the

the microphone as if she

glass and staggered over to Whitney, wanting to get close and wrap his arms around her