Game Over, Mr. CEO: Your Wife Is Done novel Chapter 1

When Winter Scott stepped out of the police station, it was already late at night.

Snow was falling heavily outside.

People on the street kept glancing at Winter, noticing the bruises on her face, her messy hair, and the way she limped.

Winter ignored their stares and whispers completely.

She dragged her heavy steps forward, head lowered, her expression numb as she stared at the broken phone in her hand. The screen was shattered beyond repair.

Her fingers, smeared with blood, trembled as they tapped the keypad. She slowly keyed in the number.

“Beep…”

The phone rang repeatedly, but there was no answer. It was no different from the emergency calls she had desperately made while she was being beaten. A snowflake caught on her eyelash, and when she blinked, the icy water melted into her eye.

Winter let out a quiet, self-deprecating scoff at how pathetic she looked. Just as her hand began to drop in defeat, the call connected at the very last second.

“What is it?”

A low, indifferent voice came through the phone.

Her grip tightened. A trace of surprise crossed Winter’s face. “Chris…”

“Mr. Xander, Ms. Jasper is looking for you.”

His assistant spoke before she could say another word.

Then he said calmly, “I’ll hang up first.”

The line went dead.

On the deserted street corner under the glow of a streetlight, snowflakes drifted onto Winter’s hair as her thin frame shook slightly.

Suddenly, a warm coat was draped over her shoulders.

Winter was startled and looked up to see Sam Quinn, the editor-in-chief, standing there.

His heavy gaze swept over her from head to toe, anger burning in his eyes.

“Who did this to you?”

A puff of white breath escaped Winter’s lips as she shook her head.

“When they were beating me, I pulled out some of their hair. There’s skin under my nails too. Once the DNA is extracted, the police will catch them soon.”

Sam was stunned that she could remain so calm and take such precautions after being attacked. This was exactly why she was the person he admired most on his team.

“We’ll definitely investigate this thoroughly. It’s too late now. I’ll take you home.”

Since it was nearly impossible to find a taxi in that area, Winter forced a faint smile and got into his car.

“Thank you, Mr. Quinn.”

“Don’t be ridiculous. You’re my reporter. Someone beats you up and I’m supposed to sit back and do nothing? Everyone else was out on assignment anyway. I was the only one left in the office,” he said as he turned the steering wheel.

As he drove, he continued casually, “Chris Xander’s ex-girlfriend just returned to the country. I heard he personally went to the airport to pick her up. Every newsroom is scrambling to get the first exclusive.”

Winter’s bloodshot eyes suddenly went still.

Her mind buzzed.

So while she was being beaten in that alley, desperately calling Chris for help, he was with another woman.

Sam didn't notice her expression darkening and kept going.

Winter looked down and pressed her blood-stained fingers into the raw wounds on the back of her hand.

No one knew that she was actually Chris Xander’s wife.

*

Winter did not let Sam drive her all the way to her door. She got out near a nearby residential complex and then took a taxi back to Blackwood Manor.

When she got home, she was changing her shoes in the entryway when the housekeeper heard the noise and came out. One look at her, and Mrs. Young froze in shock before rushing over.

“Ma’am, what happened? How did you end up like this?”

Mrs. Young stepped forward to support her and accidentally brushed against the injury on her arm. Winter showed no reaction at all. She looked numb, as if she felt nothing, with no light left in her eyes.

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