Ashes of Our Vows: My Ex-Husband's Bitter Regret

In the two years after I married Daniel Carter, my explicit photos had gone viral nine times, and Daniel had been taken into custody ten times.

Because every time his mistress, Emily Morgan, was unhappy, she would leak my explicit photos all over the internet.

I, Claire Parker, never let it slide. I reported every shady business Daniel was involved in and personally sent him behind bars.

That lasted until an unexpected kidnapping. I took a bullet for him, one aimed straight at his heart, and he shielded me beneath his body, taking the brunt of the explosion for me.

After we survived, the man who had always been so cold-blooded knelt before me, his voice hoarse beyond recognition.

"Honey, let's leave the drama behind. I just want a peaceful life with you."

Right in front of me, he ordered his men to send his mistress out of Northhaven and never let her appear before him again.

In the third year after we reconciled, I carried my eight-month pregnant belly and brought him lunch.

But on the way there, I was hit by a car. The hospital issued three critical condition notices, yet they still could not save the baby.

Daniel rushed over, but he did not even spare me a glance. Instead, he pulled the woman who had hit me and her child into his arms, soothing her in a low voice.

"Don't be scared. I'll protect you and the child."

Only then did I realize that the woman who had hit me was the very mistress he had sent away three years ago.

When I demanded an explanation, Daniel brushed it off as if it were nothing.

"She didn't do it on purpose. Don't take it out on her and her son. You can have a baby another time."

At that moment, I finally understood. They had gotten back together long ago.

I looked at him and nodded.

"Don't worry, this will never happen again."

......

"Claire, are you ever going to stop?"

Daniel followed the nurse into the ward, his anger barely held in check.

I had just been wheeled out of surgery, tubes still attached to my body, and even breathing felt painfully tight.

Yet he could not even be bothered to look at me.

"Why are you putting on this act? Every time, you agree so easily, then turn around and go after Emily again."

I did hate Daniel for cheating on me, but I had never once gone after Emily.

Daniel, however, had already decided that I must have been bullying her.

Every single time, without asking what had actually happened, he would snap, "Claire, are you ever going to stop? Emily is timid and gentle. She isn't a shrew like you."

I pressed a hand against my still-aching waist and forced the words out with difficulty.

"Can you get the facts straight for once? Your mistress was the one who hit me with her car. You never ask anything. You just decide I'm