She corrected him sharply, her voice trembling with rage: "Ex-wife. Not wife—ex-wife!" The CEO stood before her with that infuriating smile, attempting once more to win her back. Unable to bear another moment of his false tenderness, she lashed out, her foot connecting with his chest before she spun away, tears blurring her vision. His absence on their wedding day had been the first betrayal. Then came the gentleness—the careful touches, the whispered promises—all while he orchestrated her humiliation with his first love by his side. When he finally confessed his feelings, she believed their nightmare had ended. Instead, he delivered the cruelest blow on the day meant to be hers. The divorce papers were signed. Their marriage had been nothing but a cruel performance, a joke at her expense. But when she stood at the altar with a new groom, he arrived like a storm, tearing away her wedding dress in front of everyone. Now, facing the man who once held her heart, she offered him a serene smile: "Ex-husband, when will you finally stop playing these games?"