Wooing My Ex-Wife

Chapter 1 Let Us Get a Divorce

It was night, but Gwendolyn Shalders’ sleep was fitful.

She felt as though someone was crushing her to the point that she was close to suffocating.

Worse still, the sound of deep and rapid breathing persisted right next to her ear.

On the heels of that, a sharp stabbing pain came from the most intimate part of her.

Realization dawned upon her, and her eyes popped open in horror. At once, she was greeted by a vague silhouette of a man propped above her.

“Is it… you, Maverick?”

A soft grunt then escaped the man who reeked of alcohol. Following that, he mauled her again and again without saying anything else.

Nonetheless, the familiar voice had Gwendolyn breathe a sigh of relief. As the man continued thrusting into her, the desire within her gradually grew. In the end, seductive moans inexorably tumbled out of her mouth.

Soon, the man’s motions grew increasingly forceful. Gritting her teeth, Gwendolyn endured the pain. She was lost in the blissful atmosphere, feeling as though she was walking on air.

They had been married for three years, and Maverick Wright was finally willing to bed her.

Due to the fact that she was foisted on him by his grandfather, Declan Wright, he had never spared her a glance throughout the years.

Therefore, she was over the moon that he had entered her room this time, no matter the reason.

hours later, with a deep groan, Maverick collapsed onto her in utter exhaustion. The moonlight outside the floor-to-ceiling windows illuminated his

to his rapid heartbeat, she found it all too realistic yet also incredibly

truly a dream, I never want

his neck with a lovesick look in her

utter the word “love,” she heard the man muttering a name

“Tasha…”

that, she froze

in agony, and all the

crush who

she returned

place in just a few years? Scram! Go back to the orphanage, for that’s where you belong! You’ve got no idea how much he loves me, huh? Even if he’s lying in your bed, he’ll undoubtedly call out my name! You’re only worthy

time, Gwendolyn

chosen by Old Mr. Wright, the rightful Mrs. Wright! I’m myself and

still hear Maverick calling out

mocking text messages kept replaying in her

tears uncontrollably streamed down her face. She clenched her fists, her

Wright residence have an opinion about my background, snobs in every sense of the word, thus repeatedly making life difficult for me and humiliating me. Yet, I put up with it all because I didn’t want to give him any trouble. Had I not lowered

night was extraordinarily long for

entire night, sleeping nary a

the next morning, Maverick was awakened by the glaring

soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Gwendolyn sitting before the dressing table with her

dawned upon him, and his ebony

could distinctly sense the