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After three secretive years of marriage, She never met her enigmatic husband. She endured it silently, but what she waited for was a divorce agreement and learned of his extravagant pursuit of another. She was angry, kicked the scumbag, divorced and focused on her career.
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"The leader of the Roberts Group, Johnny Roberts, has spent a fortune reserving a luxury cruise for the famous actress Caroline Andrews."
"A video of them together in Emerdon has surfaced, sparking rumors of an imminent wedding. They looked like the perfect couple."
Eliana Roberts was preparing for celebrating her third wedding anniversary. In the background, the TV droned on, with gossip news filling the room.

But the moment she heard those gossip news, it felt like icy water had been poured over her, because the protagonist was her husband, Johnny Roberts.

However, just as Eliana was about to dial Johnny's number, her phone buzzed. It read, "I want a divorce."

It was a message from Johnny.

Eliana's thoughts swirled in confusion. Was Caroline the reason Johnny wanted a divorce? Had he found someone else?

Instead of the warmth of a conversation, he sent her a message--a cold, impersonal sentence that ended everything.

It was a bitter pill to swallow after all the love and care she had showered upon him over the years.

She dialed his number, and after what felt like an eternity, Johnny finally picked up. His voice was laced with impatience. "What do you want?"

"Don't you have anything to say, Johnny?" she asked, her voice trembling.

"Say what?" he replied, his tone indifferent.

"You're divorcing me after cheating on me. Don't you think I deserve an explanation?"

"Eliana, don't be so petty. I didn't cheat on you. You know very well how you tricked me into this marriage. Three years is long enough. Don't push it. I've arranged for a driver to take you to the courthouse. I'll give you the house, and you can name your price. I'm busy, so don't call me again."

With that, he hung up, leaving Eliana staring at the phone in disbelief. How had her life come to this? She felt ridiculous for waiting, for hoping.

Three years ago, when Johnny had been in a car accident that confined him to a wheelchair, his girlfriend at the time had abandoned him. Eliana had stayed by his side, enduring his moods and caring for him.

The doctors had declared he would never walk again, but Eliana had secretly treated him, and within half a year, he was back on his feet--a medical miracle.

But the first step he took was away from her. He never returned.

For two years and a half, she heard nothing from him. And now, he only had to say that he wanted out.

Eliana had spent the day preparing for his return, cooking a meal she hoped would rekindle something between them. It was their anniversary, after all.

She was aware that Caroline, the well-known star, was more attractive than she was back then. Her face had seemed deformed. Furthermore, she had gained weight quickly, gaining over 200 pounds.

After three years of treatment, the poison had been out of her system thanks to her remarkable medical talents, and she had regained her former appearance. Her features now were striking, and she had delicate skin.

She had imagined that when he saw her--no longer poisoned, no longer disfigured or overweight, but restored to her former self--he would be amazed.

But now, that hope felt like a cruel joke. What was the point of it all?

When she stepped outside, a car was waiting for her.

"Mrs. Roberts," the driver said, opening the door.

Eliana slid into the seat, and they drove to the court in silence.

When she emerged, she held the divorce decree.

Without hesitation, she dialed her best friend's number. "Brenna, want to go out for a drink?"

Brenna Howe's voice came through the line, surprised.

"Eliana, didn't you say you were busy with your anniversary? That you had to prepare something special?"

"I'm divorced."

Johnny received the news. He had expected Eliana to resist. He hadn't anticipated she would agree so quickly.

"Is it done?" he asked curtly.

"Yes. Mrs. Roberts has already finalized the divorce," the driver confirmed.

"Did she take the money?"

"Not a penny. Mr. Roberts, she didn't ask for anything. Are you sure you don't want to see her? It seemed like she was really looking forward to today," the driver ventured cautiously.

Johnny was taken aback--Eliana hadn't taken any money? But he quickly brushed off the thought. "That's none of your concern."

He ended the call and immediately dialed his secretary. "Any updates on Night?"

Night, the legendary doctor whose skills were unrivaled, had disappeared from the public eye in the last three years. No one knew where she was.

"Mr. Roberts, Night remains elusive. No one has seen her true face. Wherever she goes, she leaves no trace."

"Keep looking. Spare no expense. I need to find her, and soon. Caroline's running out of time."

"Understood, Mr. Roberts."

Chapter 2 Meeting Her Ex-Husband Again
Late at night, in the sultry embrace of Nightscape, the dim lights set the perfect mood.

The bar hummed with life, its atmosphere heavy with a blend of music and murmured conversations.

Eliana entered the booth, spotting a familiar figure already nursing a drink.

She rapped her knuckles lightly on the table. "Brenna."

It had been years since Eliana had married Johnny, years of silence between her and Brenna.

Yet, despite the distance, Brenna had always been the one taking care of Eliana's businesses, managing her affairs like a trusted guardian.

As soon as Brenna saw her, she leaped up, wrapping Eliana in a fierce hug. "Finally, you're ditching that b**tard. I've been waiting for this day forever."

Brenna's voice wavered with a mix of excitement and emotion, tears nearly spilling over. When Eliana had suddenly announced her impending marriage years ago, Brenna had been certain it was a joke.

After all, Eliana was famous--a prodigy in medicine, an accomplished designer, a game player, a top-tier agent, and a master hacker. The list of her identities was endless.

Yet at the height of her youth and success, she had chosen to retreat into the shadows, to live quietly as a wife.

"You're stunning. Johnny must be blind not to have seen you for what you are. But he hasn't laid eyes on you like this, has he?" Brenna said, eyeing Eliana's flawless features.

Eliana's face was a marvel--delicate, with eyes that sparkled with intelligence and allure. It was a face that could captivate anyone, but Johnny had never seen her like this.

Eliana shook her head slightly. "No, he hasn't. When he left, I was poisoned--ugly, fat, and barely recognizable. It was only after I rid myself of the poison that I returned to my true self."

Brenna leaned in, her voice serious. "So, what's next? All our businesses have been on hold, waiting for your return."

She took a moment before continuing, "You wouldn't believe how many people have been desperate to find Night, the legendary doctor, over these years. They've offered fortunes for your help. Even Phantom on the dark web has gone silent, and everyone's been waiting for you."

Eliana swirled the w*ne in her glass, her thoughts drifting. What had possessed her these past three years? It was as if she had been under a spell, content to ignore her career and to wait for a man who didn't care for her.

"Don't worry. I'm back," Eliana said.

"And have you figured out who poisoned you?"

"Yes. It was Hallie," Eliana replied, her voice flat, void of emotion. Hallie Brown, her half-sister, had been the architect of her suffering.

Brenna's eyes narrowed. "What are you going to do about it? Are you just going to let her walk away?"

Eliana's gaze turned steely. "Of course not. She'll taste her own poison soon enough."

Eliana and Brenna then discussed work over a drink. Both beautiful and commanding in presence, they drew the attention of several men nearby.

A group of men swaggered over, one of them smirking as he addressed them. "Hey, gorgeous ladies, how about sharing a few drinks with us?"

Eliana's response was icy. "Get lost."

The man laughed, undeterred. "You're feisty. I like that. What's the matter? No boyfriend to keep you company? Why don't you spend the night with me?"

Eliana's patience wore thin. "I won't say it again. Leave us alone."

The man, not sensing the danger, pushed further. "And what if we don't? You girls come here, dressed like that, and expect us not to notice? You must be here looking for attention. You should be glad I-- ah!"

Before he could finish his sentence, Eliana's foot connected with his chest, sending him sprawling.

"You... You dare hit me? Guys, get her!" he shouted, trying to rally his friends.

But by the time the bar's security arrived, summoned by the noise, the men were already laid out on the floor, g**aning in pain.

Everyone in the bar was left stunned, murmurs rippling through the crowd. Eliana's swift takedown of the men had been nothing short of impressive.

She dusted off her hands and glanced at the g**aning figures on the floor. "Let's head to a room on the second floor," she said to Brenna, her voice calm and collected. "We can continue our conversation without being disturbed."

Meanwhile, on the second floor, two men watched the scene unfold from the railing above.

Carl Jones let out a low whistle, still processing what he had seen. "That woman is something else. She floored them all before I even had a chance to see what happened."

Johnny, standing beside him, remained impassive. "Yeah."

Carl took a sip from his glass, then added with a smirk, "She's gorgeous too. Much prettier than your wife." He still pictured Johnny's ex as the overweight woman with a blotchy face, the one he had heard about in passing.

"Ex-wife," Johnny corrected, his tone flat but firm.

Carl nodded, raising his glass for a casual toast. "Right. You guys got a divorce today."

After taking another sip, he continued, "But if she's hanging out with Brenna, she can't be all that innocent."

Brenna was Carl's rival in the business world, a fierce competitor who had crossed paths with him more times than he cared to count.

Eliana was nursing a bad mood, her thoughts swirling with the night's events.

Brenna had insisted they drink enough to celebrate her newfound freedom, and Eliana had complied, perhaps more than she should have. The al**hol was beginning to hit her hard, and she felt a dizzy haze creeping over her.

When Brenna excused herself to the bathroom, Eliana decided to step out into the hallway, hoping some fresh air might clear her head.

But as she exited the restroom, her steps faltered. Standing there, just outside the door, was Johnny.

For a moment, Eliana blinked, unsure if she was seeing things, her al**hol-clouded mind playing tricks on her. But no, it was really him.

Eliana hadn't laid eyes on Johnny for two years and a half, but his face was etched into her memory as if time had stood still.

She staggered towards him, seizing his wrist. He was on the phone, mid-conversation, but the moment he saw her, his eyebrows knit together in recognition. It dawned on him that she was the woman from downstairs, and suspicion clouded his expression.

So she was here to have a wild night. She had dismissed those guys just because she thought they were not worthy of her.

But as the thought crossed his mind, Johnny's eyes flashed with distain.

"Miss, you ought to conduct yourself with more decorum." His tone was as cold as the winter wind as he believed she was trying to throw herself at him.

But before he could say more, Eliana's hand shot up, delivering a stinging s**p to his face.

The sharp crack of it echoed, leaving him momentarily stunned.

"You b**tard!"

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After three secretive years of marriage, Eliana never met her enigmatic husband until she was served with divorce papers and learned of his extravagant pursuit of another.

She snapped back to reality and secured a divorce.

Thereafter, Eliana unveiled her various personas: an esteemed doctor, legendary secret agent, master hacker, celebrated designer, adept race car driver, and distinguished scientist.

As her diverse talents became known, her ex-husband was consumed by remorse.

Desperately, he pleaded, "Eliana, give me another chance! All my properties, even my life, are yours."

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