Billionaire's Incredible Ex-wife

Park Avenue Manor was the priciest estate in Havenshire.

At this moment, in one of the villa's bedrooms, as the man's muscular body pressed down, the woman felt a soothing warmth.

She licked her crimson lips, her slender fingers tightly clinging to the man's shoulders, which were bunched up by the force of his power.

The pain and pleasure were heating up bit by bit, like fireworks that never stopped exploding in her mind.

She whimpered, gasped, and even wanted to surrender, but was hit by the man's enduring explosive power, sinking and floating.

After a stormy session, Clara dressed with composure and then turned to the man, her tone very calm. "Darling, don't forget today's schedule. We will go ahead and get the divorce done early."

Matthew Garcia's handsome features flickered with an imperceptible fluctuation. "Cook first. Let's talk after breakfast."

"Sure, Darling." Clara Edwards remained as indifferent as ever, her face showing no emotion.

For some reason, although she readily agreed to the divorce, every time he saw her calm and untroubled appearance, Matthew felt inexplicably annoyed.

Clara went to the kitchen and diligently prepared breakfast.

After today, she and Matthew would end their three-year contractual marriage, so she would try her best to meet his requests.

Even when Matthew came back drunk yesterday, he wanted her, and she gave in.

Although she didn't understand why he wanted to sleep with her after proposing divorce, she didn't resist. After all, he was so handsome, so why not enjoy it?

Clara skillfully prepared a hearty breakfast.

There were sandwiches and the cream of mushroom soup she had carefully prepared.

Matthew sat at the dining table, his exquisitely handsome face expressionless.

He glanced around at the full table of dishes that were visually and aromatically appealing, unable to discern what emotions he felt.

Clara sat down opposite him, smiling at him as usual.

"Darling, if there's nothing you like, I can make something else."

Upon hearing her call him Darling, Matthew's fingertips barely paused, then he picked up his spoon and took a small taste.

"Have the materials for the divorce been prepared?"

Matthew didn't comment on her cooking skills but went straight to the topic of the day. Clara curled her lips, as indifferent as always. "Of course, everything is ready. Today is our last meal together."

Clara's demeanor was light and casual throughout as if today was not her divorce day, but a grand celebration.

Matthew should have felt relieved, but at this moment, a sudden surge of anger welled up in his heart.

Clearly, it was he who proposed the divorce, and she didn't make a fuss. He should have been happy, but she treated it as if it was a very ordinary matter as if these three years of marriage were not worth her attention.

"About yesterday?" Matthew tried to use yesterday's matter to see her attitude again.

But before he could finish, Clara interrupted wisely, "Let's just consider yesterday's thing as our farewell. I won't hold it against you. Don't worry."

Matthew felt as if his heart was blocked by cotton when he heard this. He thought she would use this matter to make him delay the divorce but who knew she was more open-minded than he thought?

Matthew's dark eyes concealed all emotions, his voice unusually cold. "If you have any conditions, feel free to mention them, the house, the car, or cash..."

"Thanks, Darling, but none of that is needed."

Clara lightly curved her bright eyes, her appearance beautiful. Under the light, her skin was almost as smooth as milk.

Matthew was momentarily dazzled by her beauty, thinking that their marital relationship over the past three years was not as others said.

Rumors had it that Matthew's wife was just a random person he pulled in to block family arranged marriages.

Though it was true, their three years of married life were filled with daily warmth and sweetness. They always treated each other with respect.

Even the lovemaking last night was no less passionate than any other couple.

Upon thinking of this, the fire in Matthew's heart burned more intensely.

His Adam's apple rolled a few times, barely calming his emotions.

"You don't have to feel guilty. You've been married to me for three years. This is what you deserve, and you can maintain the status quo or do something else in the future."

Clara was indeed the most beautiful woman Matthew had ever seen.

But he always felt that besides beauty, she was useless, with no career, no ideals, and only willing to stay at home to arrange flowers and do some housework every day.

Like her such a lazy and confused lady, after the divorce, he couldn't help but worry about how she would live.

But he looked at her face again. Even without makeup, it was enough to make men crazy.

After their divorce, there would still be a lot of men who wanted to support her.

Matthew hid his strange emotions and then got up.

"Let's go. See you at City Hall."

Clara looked at him urging her without eating a few mouthfuls.

This man was really eager to get rid of her.

But a moment later, Clara picked up her mobile phone, her fingers flying on the keyboard, sending a message.

[I'm getting divorced today. After the divorce, we are going to have fun.]

The other side replied quickly, [Where to have fun?]

[At Pegasus Racing Club, and bring my Purple Angel over?]

The other side sent a shocked emoji. [Oh, come on. Forget it. You haven't touched racing for three years. What if something happens? Besides, they seem to want you to go back and inherit the position. If you are caught, you will have worked in vain for three years.]

[I want to have fun and celebrate my divorce. Besides, I don't plan to hide.]

[Okay, I'll bring the car to you tomorrow.]

After sending the message, Clara went back to the room.

When Clara was packing, she saw her doctor's license in the small iron box. A pair of delicate hands touched the photo, and she was still a green girl in the photo.

Three years ago, Clara was known as the Hand of God in the industry. She had been disguised for too long, and it was time to restore her original identity.

The weather was actually quite pleasant today.

Exiting City Hall, Clara tucked the divorce decree into her bag and spoke up. "You go ahead. We're not headed the same way."

She stood at the entrance of City Hall.

Clara looked stunning today, dressed in a blue and white chiffon dress that flirted with her thighs, accentuating her long, beautiful legs and drawing the stares of many a passing man.

Matthew, seated in the passenger seat, took in her expression, especially Clara's face, which remained disturbingly serene, adding to his irritation.

He was extremely irritated.

He had thought Clara was just putting on a brave face, pretending not to care about anything, but even after entering City Hall, her composure hadn't wavered, and Matthew couldn't detect a change in her demeanor even after she received the divorce decree.

Clara's attire today was incredibly alluring, a stark contrast to her usual style.

In his memory, she always dressed very modestly, never opting for such a provocative outfit.

It was just a divorce. Why did he suddenly feel like she had changed her styke?

He couldn't reconcile this with the woman who had been by his side for three years.

"I'll drop you off. It's not easy to get a cab around here," he said, his face a bit sour, his voice cold and detached.

"Did you hear me say I was taking a cab?" Clara glanced at him in surprise.

Matthew's face immediately darkened, his brow furrowing, a sneer escaping his thoughts.

She wasn't taking a cab? How was she planning to get back? After three years with him, she was always chauffeured. Could she even find a bus stop on her own?

In his eyes, someone like Clara, who he saw as a lazy and confused beauty, probably wouldn't even know where to go on public transport.

Suddenly, a red Ferrari pulled up in front of Clara, the window slowly rolling down to reveal an incredibly handsome face.

The man smiled at her and said, "Clara, get in. Let's go to Pegasus Racing Club to celebrate your divorce, to celebrate your escape from hell." The man's voice was incredibly pleasant to the ear.

Clara looked at Matthew and said, "Sorry, ex, my friend is here to pick me up."

With that, she opened the door of the Ferrari, got in, and the car sped off, leaving a trail of dust.

Matthew, still in the passenger seat, looked extremely sullen.

Clara's indifferent ex had already pushed him to the edge of annoyance, and now there was another man addressing her with such intimacy, which made him even more upset. It felt like a boulder was pressing on his chest, making it hard to breathe.

Clara had been with him for three years, and he had never heard of her having such an intimate friend.

He treated her so gently. How close were their relations?

That man had just suggested taking her to Pegasus Racing Club.

Pegasus Racing Club was the largest racetrack in the country, where only top racers competed.

Matthew's extremely handsome face changed as the words of that man echoed in his mind. His brow furrowed, and a smirk appeared at the corner of his mouth.

To celebrate? He was going to see exactly how they celebrated.

With that thought, he darkened his gaze and said, "Follow them."

His voice was as cold as ice chips, causing the driver to shiver and start the car.

Inside the red Ferrari, Clara played with her phone.

Daniel Lewis drove while casting a sidelong glance at her, unable to believe that Clara had actually divorced.

He couldn't help but say, "You really just divorced him. You were with Matthew for three years. Surely you had some feelings for him?"

"I'm not that dumb," Clara said with a composed expression.

She married Matthew not out of love, but because she was being hunted by her enemies and had been seriously injured when Matthew unexpectedly rescued her.

Living a life constantly pursued by assassins, Clara had grown tired of the violent existence. At that time, Matthew's grandfather, Andrew Garcia, was critically ill, and she had saved his life.

From then on, Andrew regarded Clara as his savior. Seeing her as a well-behaved and beautiful girl, he thought she would be a perfect match for his eldest grandson, Matthew.

With Andrew's arrangement, she married Matthew.

Clara needed an identity to confuse her enemies, and Matthew needed her to fend off unwanted blind dates. They managed to get along.

But they both knew deep down that no matter how respectful they were to each other, they were not the right match for one another.

They were simply using each other for their own needs.

"Tsk..." Daniel let out a soft sigh, then continued, "Now that you've given up the position of Mrs. Garcia, who knows how many ladies from prestigious families are overjoyed? They finally have a chance again. Not to mention that Matthew is the youngest entrepreneur on the rich list, a real estate tycoon in the country, just his handsome face that even the hottest movie stars would envy. He could attract countless women..."

Some people were born with an aura, and Matthew was one of them. Tall and well-built with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, his face was so handsome that it was indescribable, a masterpiece of God. If he entered the entertainment industry, he wouldn't need any works. Just standing there would cause a commotion.

Clara's mind flashed with Matthew's stern face, and she chuckled lightly.

"He's just okay," she said with a light tone as if the man she had lived with for three years was just a stranger to her.