Come Back, My Millionaire Ex-wife

Cuckoo -

The sound of a message notification on her phone.

"Please go to the hospital and donate blood as soon as possible."

When Julia White saw this message, she froze for a moment, feeling as if her chest had been hit hard.

The sender's name was saved as "Prince Charming."

Cuckoo -

Immediately after, another message came in, informing her that her bank account had received a transfer of five hundred thousand dollars.

She checked the message history:

"Remember to go to the hospital." Transfer of five hundred thousand dollars.

"Remember to come to the hospital to donate blood." Transfer of five hundred thousand dollars.

"Please go to the hospital immediately." Transfer of five hundred thousand dollars.

...

She had secretly loved him for three years in college, and finally married her beloved Prince Charming, Noah Morgan.

But in their two years of marriage, every time Noah contacted her, it was always about going to the hospital to donate blood, or rather, sell blood, to... Diana Price.

And his treatment of her was always that of a stranger.

This month alone, it had happened twice, exceeding the limits of her body.

Julia sat on the couch, her eyes unknowingly becoming teary. Yesterday, she waited for him in the rain outside the door for over an hour. Today, she felt unwell, with a heavy head, so she didn't go to the office. Noah... probably didn't even know she had a fever.

"Cough cough..."

Julia coughed while holding her phone, hesitating on how to reply, when suddenly, a message from an unfamiliar number crushed her last shred of persistence and dignity.

"Even if you're Noah's wife, you're just a cover. How shameless of you to occupy this position for two years. How many times has Noah looked at you? He spent last night resting with me. If I were you, I would have jumped off a building long ago. You're nothing but a meddling third party!"

Third party?

Julia felt a heavy sense of depression and shock. She was the rightful wife of Noah. She had given up her family and friends and worked on their marriage for two years, only to be labeled with such despicable words?

It felt as if something heavy struck her chest, shattering all the accumulated emotions from those lowly days.

And then, a photo was sent to her phone. It showed Noah peacefully asleep, his handsome features like a sculpted masterpiece, making her infatuated like a moth to a flame. It seemed like it was there to confirm the words just spoken. And the woman cuddling up to his shoulder was Diana Price. Both of them had their eyes closed, but Diana's upturned mouth betrayed her awareness at this moment.

They looked so much like an intimate couple!

Suddenly, the phone rang. It was a call from the Morgan family's mansion.

Julia instinctively answered, and Noah's mother, Bonnie Ross, impatiently and unabashedly ordered her.

"Julia, don't you remember what day it is today? The servants have the day off. Hurry up and come over to cook!"

Julia sneered, and hung up the phone without saying a word!

She had always been cautious with Noah, maintaining their fragile marriage.

At the company, everyone looked down on her, yet she still wholeheartedly played the role of his secretary.

In the Morgan family, Noah's mother and sister looked down on her because of her unknown background. They treated her with a bad attitude, picky and demanding, making her do the cooking, washing, and even cleaning, like a lowly maid. She had never told Noah about the trouble they caused her, never wanted to make things difficult for him.

She had grown accustomed to enduring it all.

No matter how much others looked down on her, Julia was willing to persevere for Noah.

In these two years, besides giving her work orders at the office and asking her to donate blood, Noah seemed to have forgotten that she was his wife.

At that moment, she felt so tired. She didn't think she could hold on anymore.

This wasn't the first time Diana had provoked her, but she could easily brush off the past harsh words. But this photo completely trampled on her self-esteem.

Embarrassment, indifference, and a chilling sense of loneliness enveloped her.

Their two years of marriage had become a joke?

At this moment, her face turned extremely unsightly, and she made up her mind.

Alright, this joke should come to an end.

Julia found Noah's chat box and without hesitation, said, "Let's get a divorce."

Though her mind was cloudy, she knew her decision was right.

She immediately received Noah's call, and she could almost anticipate his anger.

His voice sounded icy and indifferent.

"Julia, what nonsense are you talking about? Name your price. The doctor said Diana is in danger..."

Julia suppressed her foggy-headedness and interrupted him, pulling the corners of her mouth into a cold smile. Her voice was husky and low, "Noah, the divorce is set. We'll meet in court in an hour, or else let her die."

She hung up the phone and another message popped up.

Transfer of five million received.

"Haha..."

Julia laughed, unable to suppress the tears that streamed down her face.

It truly was ridiculous...

Five years of love, two years of wholehearted devotion, all worth just a few million dollars in his eyes...

Julia put away her phone, suppressing the pain in her heart and the burning sensation all over her body. She forced herself to leave the house and hailed a taxi to the court.

Time passed by minute by minute, Noah made three phone calls but no one answered, so he refused to make any more calls.

Julia sat there with a pale face. An hour later, Noah came over, his whole body chilling and his face expressionless. He looked down at her from above, his eyes full of coldness.

"What's wrong with you? I know you donated a lot of blood this month, but I've already compensated you," he said.

"Let's get a divorce," Julia raised her head and faced his indifferent gaze, her voice calm. She didn't want to say anything more to Noah. What they said was never the same thing.

She looked at the man in front of her, with well-defined facial features, stunningly handsome, but he had never given her a kind look.

Julia used to be afraid of making him angry, but now, she remained calm when she saw him.

Noah looked at Julia, his face darkening. He could tolerate Julia pushing boundaries, but he couldn't stand her arrogance. Did she think she was the only one who could donate blood?

"Julia, don't regret it!"

"What I regret the most is this marriage with you two years ago," she smiled bitterly. She thought it through, clearer than ever before. Having suffered enough on Noah's path, it was enough. Truly enough!

In just a matter of hours, their two-year marriage ended hastily.

When Julia received the divorce certificate, her heart trembled.

Noah didn't say a word to salvage their relationship, he didn't even want to look at her.

"Let's go, to the hospital," he said.

Noah hadn't forgotten her final worth.

Julia raised her head slightly and suddenly smiled, "Noah, even if she dies in front of me, I won't waste another drop of blood."

Noah's brows furrowed deeply, "Diana is sick, and yet you curse her like that? Don't forget, the condition you married me was being ready to donate blood at any time."

Upon hearing his words, her heart felt like it had been stabbed by a sharp blade, lost and in pain.

Yes, she could marry him because she had precious and rare Rh-negative blood type, and because she had promised that whenever Diana needed it, she could donate blood anytime.

Julia looked at him with shining eyes, seeing the cold indifference under his eyebrows.

Her smile widened, cold and indifferent. She should have understood long ago that she was nothing more than a lowly mobile blood bank.

"Noah, I'm not interested in Mrs. Noah's position anymore. Don't worry, this will be the last time I donate blood. I will settle all the scores," she smiled meaningfully, took one last glance at Noah, and turned around to leave.

Noah furrowed his brows, feeling inexplicably restless. He sensed that something was different about Julia, but he couldn't describe the feeling—it was as if she was slipping out of his control.

In their two years of marriage, he thought he knew her well. She had pursued him relentlessly before they got married, and she had been obedient and submissive after they tied the knot.

Lately, Diana required multiple blood transfusions, making him feel guilty. But Julia never refused, which relieved him, and he planned to make it up to her in other ways.

Regardless of his original intention, Julia had been a decent wife. So when she suddenly brought up divorce, he felt dissatisfied.

But for him, divorce didn't matter!

Noah's blue eyes turned cold and gloomy as he shook off the restless feeling.

Forget it, she would naturally come back begging him when she couldn't survive.