Remarried Three Times, I'm Done With My Trashy Husband

When they remarried for the fourth time, Blaire Bennett told Evan Everett it was their last chance. If he betrayed her again, she would leave him for good.

Evan had sworn absolute loyalty, hand over heart—then turned around and wrapped another woman in his arms.

Caught red-handed, he delivered his excuse with practiced ease. "I can't control the split personality. You can't punish me for something the other me did."

It was a pathetic lie, and Blaire had believed it three times.

Only moments ago, she had heard him admit with her own ears that the so-called split personality was nothing but an act—a convenient cover for cheating. That was when the truth finally tore through her.

The pain had carved into Blaire like a blade. She filed for divorce without hesitation.

This time, she would not look back.

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Evan had claimed he lived with two personalities.

The primary one was refined and restrained, devoted to Blaire alone.

The other was reckless and feral, rotten in body and soul.

Blaire had married him three times for the first man—and divorced him three times because of the second.

Before their fourth attempt, she had made it clear—this was the end of the line.

Evan had checked himself into a private clinic and undergone half a month of electroconvulsive therapy, swearing he had eradicated the other personality for good. After he was discharged, he and Blaire had gone to courthouse and certified their fourth marriage.

But only two weeks into the marriage, Blaire ran straight into that so-called second personality again.

On the death track, a few heavy motorcycles were scattered across the asphalt. Evan leaned against one, his left arm loosely wrapped around a woman's slim waist, head tipped slightly as she lit his cigarette.

Through the smoke, his wind-tossed hair and the three silver studs along his ear gleamed with a wild arrogance—so familiar that Blaire felt herself plunge back into a nightmare she had barely survived.

Evan lifted his gaze and smiled at the woman. "Give me a kiss. For tonight's grand prize, I'd trade my life to win it back for you."

Evan's handsome face usually opened every door for him, but the woman remained cool, almost bored, as though even sparing him a glance was too generous.

"Mr. Everett, you must be joking. Everyone knows you've already crashed and burned with your wife four times. You have a perfectly intact family. Don't drag me into your games. No matter how badly I want my mother's keepsake back, I won't stoop to becoming a married man's mistress."

Brushed off, Evan did not take offense. Instead, he curved his lips in an indulgent smile. "Alright. I know you're jealous. But you know how I feel about you. If you want, I can divorce her for the fourth time. Don't make this harder than it needs to be, okay?"

Cora Hayes let out a cold laugh. "Pretty words are easy. I heard Ms. Bennett said this was your last