The Major General's Ex-Wife Runs Away

After the divorce, I spent 300 million dollars to keep a top male star as my lover.

Sure enough, it's wonderful.

The energy is boundless.

The creativity is endless.

The service is impeccable.

That night, I was entangled with the male escort in the swimming pool.

Armed helicopters suddenly surrounded the hotel.

Special forces quickly took control of the entire scene.

Under the blinding searchlights, a man in dark green military uniform approached.

His gaze swept coldly over the male escort clinging to me.

Ethan Roscente.

My ex-husband.

The youngest Major General in the Southern Military District.

Also known as a workaholic.

During our five years of marriage, on my birthday, he was at border military exercises.

When I was seriously injured in a car accident, he was on a mission abroad.

When my father was critically ill and wanted to speak with him, he was completely unreachable.

Just as I finally accepted the specificity of his profession, rumors spread through the military compound.

That stern Major General Ethan was keeping a young woman outside.

Spoiling her beyond all reason.

...

Hearing the rumors, my first reaction was disbelief.

Yet somehow, I found myself using my connections to investigate that girl.

Ethan had protected her extremely well.

I exhausted all means, even contacting old comrades from the reconnaissance company.

All I obtained was a blurry profile photo.

In the picture, the girl appeared young and charming.

Carefully shielded in Ethan's embrace.

This kind of protection, I had never received.

That evening, after obtaining the photo, I left home restless.

Just outside the military compound, several dark figures rushed out.

A sack was thrown over my head.

Blows rained down like hail.

I curled on the ground, protecting my vital areas.

Someone kicked my head.

Amid ringing in my ears, I lost consciousness.

I woke up in the military hospital.

Ethan's aide-de-camp looked at me coldly.

"Madam." His voice was icy. "The Major General asked me to convey this to you. Do not investigate what you shouldn't. Next time, it won't just be a hospital visit."

My eyes widened in shock.

Just for uncovering a profile photo, Ethan had sent people to attack me!

Excruciating pain gripped my heart.

My entire body turned cold.

After a long while, I made a phone call.

"Chief, I request a compulsory divorce."

Holding the divorce agreement, I went to the military administrative compound.

The guard stopped me. "Madam, the Major General isn't here."

"Where is he?" I asked, suppressing the heartache.

The guard hesitated for a moment. "He accompanied Miss Chloe to the comprehensive training ground. There's a shooting friendly match today."

I took a deep breath and hurried to the training ground.

The shooting range was bustling with noise.

Ethan stood at the firing line, with the charming Chloe beside him.

The competition prize was a cartoon plush toy.

Ethan never participated in such activities.

But today, he made an exception for Chloe.

Gunshots rang out.

His movements were swift, every shot hitting the target.

His results crushed all other competitors.

The entire venue cheered.

Ethan hoisted the plush toy and handed it to Chloe with a mix of helplessness and indulgence.

Chloe excitedly threw herself at him and kissed his cheek.

I stood not far away, my heart numb.

After years of marriage, he never attended group activities with me.

I thought it was just his personality.

Turns out, he just wasn't willing to make exceptions for me.

Clutching the divorce agreement tightly, I walked towards him.

Ethan saw me, his expression instantly turning cold.