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.

approaching from his car. “I knew you’d come, so I’ve been waiting for you here. What do you think?

confronted her, saying, “Jessamyn, your attitude during the date that day tells me you don’t like me

he uttered the last sentence, his gaze and

I just so happened to see Whitney in there. You should be thanking me for helping you see

did not deny the first

only met you a few times. It’s only normal that I don’t like you, right? Then again, that doesn’t

done nails from that afternoon, a smug expression adorning

fueled her determination not to let Charles

order to win Charles over, for

Charles was undeniably good-looking. His looks alone would be a sight for sore eyes if

thoughts, Jessamyn remained oblivious

in an argument with someone like Jessamyn. More importantly, he feared that he would be unable to contain the anger

he been his old self, Charles wouldn’t have bothered

Bring

past Jessamyn without further acknowledgment

to places like this, huh? That’s unexpected. I didn’t think you’d be so

Jessamyn’s presence with a response. With an icy gaze, he continued on

Jessamyn led him

his head, he saw the words printed

me to Whitney? Why

private room. Anyway, I just wanted to show you how despicable of a woman she

did not

that, Jessamyn opened the door and raised her brow smugly. “I’ve informed the person in charge of the

his gaze and slowly entered

footage from Whitney’s private room onto the

with Whitney seemingly singing on the small stage in front

lasted for

far, everything seemed

you meant by despicable? She’s only singing a few songs. She’s making a living

to care about Whitney that much. Well, it makes sense. After all, no successful man would like their future wife to

and dancing won’t be enough to satisfy

face was grim, and the

the microphone

next second, a disgusting middle-aged man held up a wine glass and staggered over to