Game Over, Mr. CEO: Your Wife Is Done novel Chapter 2

Winter stared at the divorce agreement inside the drawer and felt as if she had been frozen in place.

Several thoughts flashed through her mind in an instant, and a chill crept up her spine.

Three years ago, she had only been able to marry Chris because Mrs. Xander Sr. had taken a liking to her. Winter had always known that Chris did not love her. He had agreed to the marriage only to secure his position within the Xander family. With Mrs. Xander Sr.’s support, it had been much easier for him to push forward his ambitions.

This marriage was something she had stolen.

She had willingly let herself fall deeper, hoping that one day Chris would come to love her.

She had overestimated herself. Even before the marriage, Chris had never been warm toward her. Afterward, they had lived like strangers under the same roof.

Divorce had always felt like a hidden time bomb in her marriage.

For three years, Chris had never mentioned it.

Now it had come without warning, catching her completely unprepared.

As for why it was happening now, she already knew the answer.

It was because Skyla had returned.

The bold words “Divorce Agreement” felt like nails driven straight into her heart. She could not bring herself to pick it up and read what was inside.

If she hadn't discovered it herself today, she wondered when Chris had planned on giving it to her.

She didn't know how long she stood there. She only snapped back to reality when the sound of a car engine drifted up from downstairs and she heard Mrs. Young respectfully greet Chris.

By the time she went downstairs, Chris had already entered the house.

Snow was falling outside. He casually handed his long black coat to his assistant. His custom-made black suit added an air of solemnity to his presence, making him look exceptionally tall and cold. As the powerful head of the Xander family, his aura was overwhelming.

He looked up at the sound of footsteps.

The rimless glasses sharpened his already composed appearance. Behind the lenses, his dark eyes were partially hidden, yet their quiet brilliance was impossible to miss. Beneath the calm exterior was a pull that was hard to resist.

Winter walked toward him without thinking.

They had not seen each other in thirteen days, and ever since she was forced to terminate the pregnancy after their child died in the womb a year ago, they had spoken less and less. The man standing before her now felt like a stranger.

Winter stopped in her tracks. The divorce agreement in the drawer flashed through her mind, and she opened her mouth, about to ask him about it.

His cool gaze swept over her face, and his brows drew together slightly.

“Grandma is sick. Come back to the family estate with me.”

His low voice carried a hint of chill.

After saying that, he turned and walked out.

The thought of Mrs. Xander Sr. being ill made Winter’s chest tighten. She no longer had the presence of mind to think about the divorce papers. She went back to her room, grabbed a coat and gloves, and carefully covered the injuries on the back of her hand.

When she hurried to the entrance, Chris was standing under the porch with his back to her.

He lowered his head to light a cigarette. Hearing her footsteps, he glanced to the side. The brief flare of the flame lit his eyes for a moment before they fell back into shadow.

He was Chris Xander, the most untouchable man in Liono City.

Even back in high school, people online had endlessly praised his looks and talent. The attention had caused a brief frenzy and even trended before the Xander family quietly shut it down.

Even during the two years when he had been blind, he had remained the object of countless women’s admiration.

A dull ache spread through Winter’s chest as she moved to get into the car.

As she passed him, her steps unconsciously quickened. Suddenly, he caught her by the arm.

Winter froze and looked up, meeting his gaze. It felt as if he could see straight through her.

His warm fingers lifted her chin.

She tried to turn away, but his grip tightened, as if he had already anticipated the movement. His thumb brushed slowly along the corner of her lips.

“How did you hurt your face?”

With nowhere to retreat, Winter could only lift her head slightly and meet his gaze.

She didn’t know what kind of ointment Mrs. Young had used, but when she woke up that morning, the bruising on her face had already faded significantly. After using a warm compress that evening, it was almost impossible to see. Even Mrs. Young had been surprised, saying she looked nothing like she had the night before.

The marks were barely there now.

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