Untamed Nights of the Ex-Wife
Synopsis
The day Bruce Parker and Lucy Bailey divorced, Bruce said, "I'll be back by ten tonight." Next day: "Three days, tops." Day three: "A week, max." Day seven: "Two weeks, and that's it." Day fifteen: "..." Everyone—friends, the butler, everyone—was like, "He's still not back?" Butler: "Sir, we can't reach Madam on her phone." Bruce: "No worries, I've got a hundred ways to contact her." Butler: "Sir, Madam applied for a new job." Bruce: "Send her a billion dollars." Butler: "Sir, she still isn’t coming back." Bruce: "No big deal, I’ll just move in with her." Butler: "Sir…" Bruce: "What? Is she back?" Butler: "...No, sir. She went on a date. Said the guy treats her better than you ever did." Bruce: "..."
Untamed Nights of the Ex-Wife Free Chapters
Chapter 1 Let's Get Divorced | Untamed Nights of the Ex-Wife
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Bruce Parker still hadn't responded.
Lucy Bailey had already sent him forty messages.
Today marks the fifth anniversary of her marriage to Bruce.
At 8 PM last night, she gave all the servants in the villa two days off.
She covered the path from the wrought-iron gate of the villa to the main hall with 99,999 purple champagne roses, which she remembered as Bruce's favorite flower.
She wanted Bruce to receive her gift the moment he walked in.
But Bruce gave her a crushing blow instead.
[According to sources, the spectacular fireworks display at actress Esme's birthday party was orchestrated by Bruce, the CEO of the Parker Group.]
Lucy stared at the gossip news broadcast on the TV, feeling as if she had lost all sensation.
"It turns out that our five-year wedding anniversary is no match for his lover's birthday," she muttered.
It was 11:58 PM.
Lucy lit the lighter.
The ten-layer cake had a different flavor on each layer, all of which were Bruce's favorites.
She listened to the ticking of the antique clock in the 800-square-meter living room and made a wish for herself when it struck midnight.
Then, she uncovered the dishes specially prepared for the day.
In fact, there was no need to cover them; the food had long since gone cold.
Just like her marriage—waiting around for someone who wouldn't even reply. If he was not going to respond, it was time to stop waiting.
At 3 AM.
A large hand unbuttoned Lucy's nightgown.
Lucy was always a light sleeper. When she woke up startled, she was surprised to find that this hand was all too familiar.
Bruce had returned.
His body reeked of alcohol.
She wondered if he drank too much at Esme Marsh's place.
His skin was warmer than usual, and Lucy felt like she had stepped into a furnace.
As she opened her mouth to refuse, the man kissed her, and before she could fully prepare herself, he forced himself into her.
He was even more urgent and intense than usual.
In their five years of marriage, Lucy had always known that Bruce had an especially strong need for sex, and she did her best to satisfy him, but tonight, she was really not in the mood.
Bruce didn't notice; he crashed through like a beast and fell asleep after venting.
Lucy laughed angrily.
Was it true that those who were loved were always so unrestrained?
The next day.
Lucy didn't get up at six as usual to make Bruce breakfast.
She was packing her bags.
After five years of marriage to Bruce, everyone thought she, Lucy, was blessed by the goddess, but only she knew what kind of life she had been living these five years.
Due to the hangover, Bruce felt a sharp pain in his head when he opened his eyes. He instinctively reached to the right side of the bed for his coffee.
—But it wasn't there.
He was incredibly handsome; even without a suit or just having woken up, his drowsy eyes didn't detract from his stunningly striking features. He frowned and leaned back against the headboard.
Tanned skin, a firm chest, and although his abs were covered by a thin blanket, their outline was unmistakable.
"Lucy, where's my coffee?"
"—There isn't any." The usual sweet, bird-like voice didn't come. Instead, the voice was clear, cold, and completely different.
"Then go make some…"
"There won't be any from now on."
Snap. A pair of bright red high heels stepped onto the snow-white wool carpet in front of the bed.
Lucy had changed out of her loose home clothes. She was wearing a pure black Chanel suit, showing off her long legs, with exquisite makeup and her hair tied up high. Bruce almost didn't recognize her.
Lucy seemed to have been waiting for this moment for a long time. She handed him a divorce agreement. "Bruce, let's get divorced."
Chapter 2 The World's Top Investor Returned | Untamed Nights of the Ex-Wife
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Bruce's mind went blank, suspecting he might have misheard.
"What did you say?"
His voice involuntarily rose.
Lucy placed the divorce papers in front of him, thoughtfully handing him a diamond-encrusted pen—an anniversary gift apart from the villa's decorations.
"I'm asking for a divorce. Sign it."
Bruce impatiently rubbed his throbbing temples. "What are you on about now?"
He commanded. "Go get me a glass of warm water or some hangover pills."
Lucy didn't move as she stood upright. "I'm not joking. I've already signed it."
Bruce got annoyed. "Aren't you just making a fuss again? How many times has it been now?"
Lucy laughed angrily. This was the man she had loved for five years. Even when she brought up divorce, this was all he had to say.
He never asked her why she wanted a divorce, or what he might have done wrong.
To him, this marriage probably meant nothing at all.
"Bruce, do you know what day it was yesterday?"
Bruce looked at her. "What day?" He was both guilty and annoyed. "Is it some Valentine's Day or anniversary? How boring."
"It wasn't anything special. Just remember that today is the day we're getting divorced."
With that, Lucy turned and left with her suitcase, without looking back.
Bruce stood there in shock. "What day was it yesterday? Wait! You've got to explain it clearly!"
As she walked out of the Parker Villa, petals started to rain down from the sky.
Lucy looked up to see a helicopter hovering overhead, adorned with a flower lantern that read 'Happy Divorce, Darling.' Ten limited-edition luxury cars followed in succession.
An elderly butler, dressed in a formal suit with gloves, was the first to step out of the car.
Next, the drivers of the ten luxury cars lined up in two rows in front of Lucy, like well-trained soldiers.
Finally, a stunning woman in an expensive burgundy evening gown with a neckline adorned with 1,101 diamonds stepped out.
She gracefully accepted a bouquet of red roses handed to her by the butler, her crimson lips curling into a slight smile. "Darling, I'm here to take you home!"
She was Libby Wright, the assistant and bestie of Lucy the Goddess of Stocks.
"Miss, happy divorce. Welcome home."
It was as grand as a military parade.
Lucy rolled her eyes at her. Libby clicked her tongue and said, "I know you're low-key and don't want anyone to know your true identity, so I kept it low-key too—only bringing the old butler and ten servants."
Libby tried hard not to announce that after five long years, this day had finally arrived.
Lucy didn't blame her. She handed her suitcase to the butler beside her and said, "Let's go."
As she stepped into the car, her slender figure and the two words she uttered were powerful and firm. Even though Bruce was the richest man in Jorvik, he would never have known that the woman who shared his bed for five years was actually the elusive and unattainable Goddess of Stocks, the world's top investor.
The car drove to another villa in Jorvik, Bailey Villa, which was even more ancient, grand, and magnificent than Parker Villa.
A servant knelt down to offer Lucy slippers, but she walked barefoot on the luxurious cashmere rug, reclining on a sofa that felt like human skin, resting her head.
Libby turned on an oversized LCD TV embedded in marble in front of her, displaying row after row of photos of handsome men from around the world, at least 108 of them, for her to choose from.
Lucy rolled her eyes at her again.
Libby said, "Don't be like that, darling. As the saying goes, to forget one relationship, you need to start another."
Lucy stood up and went upstairs, her feet looking like jade against the soft, expensive carpet.
Libby persisted. "You said that after the divorce, I could arrange things."
That was their agreement.
Lucy responded, "Alright."
Then she heard Libby making a call. "Hey, get me four hot men of different types, tonight."