After Our Divorce, My Delusional Wife Begs for Reconciliation

A luxurious villa in the wealthy district of New Harbor, with a Victorian style. The air was cold as an ice cellar. Ethan Blackwood sat on the sofa, the soft Italian leather beneath him, yet he felt only a bone-chilling coldness. He looked at the woman before him, his nominal wife—Sophia Sterling. A pure white haute couture suit, with sharp lines, traced her breathtaking curves. Her golden hair was pulled back, and her blue eyes were filled with ice-cold disdain and contempt. She was like a judge sitting high above. And Ethan was the prisoner at her feet. "Ethan, sign it." Her voice, like her expression, was devoid of any warmth. A document was pushed onto the coffee table in front of him, next to a bank card glinting with a cold metallic sheen. "There are five hundred thousand dollars inside, enough for you to get out of New Port City and start a new life." Sofia's chin tilted slightly upward, her tone dripping with condescension. "Your three years of being a doormat have now come to an end." Ethan's gaze slowly shifted away from the document titled "Divorce Agreement". He had just awakened in this body for only ten minutes. The original host's memories from three years of being humble as dust and begging for affection came flooding in like a tide, ultimately settling on the "white moonlight" about to return to the country, Alexander Sorn, from Sophia's lips. How interesting. In his previous life, he was the uncrowned king who dominated the global underground world, the "Night King". Once standing at the pinnacle of the world, overlooking all living beings. Unexpectedly, upon opening his eyes, he found himself in such an intriguing script. "What if I don't sign?" He spoke, his voice terrifyingly calm. That unfamiliar composure made Sofia's heart skip a beat. She furrowed her brow, disliking this feeling of losing control. "Don't push your luck, Ethan." Her voice grew colder, "You should be well aware that you're nothing more than a pet raised by the Sterling family. Now, the master no longer needs you." Ethan laughed. He reached out, not touching the agreement, but instead picking up the bank card. Under Sophia's contemptuous gaze, he deftly flipped it between his fingers. "c***k!" The hard metal card snapped instantly! The crisp breaking sound was particularly piercing in the deathly silent living room. Sofia's pupils abruptly contracted. Immediately afterwards, Ethan picked up the divorce agreement and methodically, inch by inch, tore it into drifting snowflakes. "Are you crazy!" Sophia finally could no longer maintain her cool demeanor, her voice laden with barely suppressed shock and anger. Ethan slowly stood up. A height of six foot two, bringing an oppressive feeling like a mountain. He approached step by step, while Sophia retreated correspondingly, until her back was pressed against the cold wall, with nowhere left to retreat. His hand came to rest against the wall beside her ear. Leaning his body forward, he completely confined her. A strong, intense male scent, mixed with a faint hint of cologne, instantly enveloped her. Sophia's heart raced uncontrollably, a mix of embarrassment, anger, and an inexplicable sense of panic rising within her. "What—what are you doing?!" Her voice trembled for the first time. Ethan lowered his head, his profound eyes mere inches away, filled with mockery and aggression. He leaned close to her ear, his warm breath brushing against her earlobe. "Divorce, I won't allow it." "You, I will never let go." His voice was deep and magnetic, each word falling like a heavy hammer striking her heart. "The game has only just begun." After saying this, he straightened up and leisurely walked back to sit on the sofa. He took out his phone and dialed a number. "Davis?" He spoke in a French so fluent it didn't sound like it was coming from a local, his tone casual and nonchalant. "I'm Ethan." "Well, have the Crown Capital suspend all cooperation with Sterling Group." "Reason?" He paused for a moment, glancing at Sophia, whose face was filled with shock. "I'm in a bad mood." Sophia was stunned at first, then let out a mocking laugh. Crown Capital? Wall Street tycoon? Mr. Davis? Show off! This useless guy, just hearing two names and daring to put on such an act here! Utterly ridiculous! However, the next second. "Ding-ling-ling—!" The phone in her handbag let out a sharp, urgent ring! The name "Chief Financial Officer" flashed on the screen. She instinctively answered the call. "CEO! Something's wrong! Crown Capital... they've unilaterally frozen all investment! They say they want to reassess the cooperation risks! The company's stock price is already starting to crash!" The CFO's voice trembled in terror, like a thunderbolt. Sofia's mind went completely blank. How could this be? A coincidence! It must be a coincidence! "Ring ring ring——!" The landline at home starts ringing madly! Project Manager! Board Members! Collaborators! One call after another, all bringing the horrific news of Crown Capital's withdrawal of funds! Her once-proud business empire now trembled on the brink of collapse with just one phone call from Ethan! Finally, her private phone rang again, with the caller ID showing—"Father". Richard Sterling. Sophia answered with a tremor, and her father's thunderous, furious roar erupted from the other end. "Sophia! Have you lost your mind! What exactly did you do to Ethan?!" "I don't care what method you use, right now! Immediately! Go and apologize to Ethan! Otherwise, I'll break your legs with my own hands! You rebellious daughter!" The phone was slammed down harshly. The living room returned to dead silence. Sofia stood frozen in place, her face deathly pale, as the world turned upside down. She slowly, disbelievingly, turned her head to look at the man sitting on the sofa, legs crossed casually, looking completely at ease. Ethan hung up his phone, meeting her shocked, terrified, and bewildered gaze. A playful smile lingered at the corner of his mouth, exuding a confidence that suggested he was in complete control. He slowly spoke, his voice domineering and brooking no argument. "My dear." "Now, the roles have reversed." Sophia stared at him blankly, her brain nearly crashing under the massive impact. Humiliation, anger, fear... Various emotions surged within her heart, until finally, a ridiculous yet seemingly the only logical thought slashed through her chaotic mind like lightning. A strange light flashed across her azure eyes, a moment of sudden realization, a fervent discovery of the script. She murmured to herself, her voice so soft that only she could hear. "...So that's how it is." "Is this the start of the obsessive male supporting character's forced love plot?"