Married to a Masquerading Tycoon novel Chapter 11

This is what happens when you dig your own grave.

Alexander let out a cold laugh.

“Regretting your decision now, aren’t you?”

“How about getting down on your knees and begging me?”

“Sure, I can’t give you the title of Mrs. Carter anymore, but since you stuck by me

through some rough times, I could offer you a job as my secretary.”

“I’d visit your place a few times a month, of course.”

“And naturally, you’d have to be a proper mistress and take good care of me.”

His words made me clench my fists.

“It’s been a while, but your mouth is even filthier than I remember.”

“Just like people say—you’re like a snake, always slithering back to the same dirt.”

Alexander’s face twisted in anger.

I continued, “I’d never sink so low as to become someone’s mistress.”

“In fact, let me give you a piece of advice: keep your eyes wide open. Don’t come

crying to me later.”

“Because once a snake, always a snake.”

With that, I hung up the phone.

Alexander kept trying to pull me back in, hoping to make me regret leaving him.

He was furious that I had dared to divorce him instead of begging him to stay—his

ego couldn’t handle it.

But I couldn’t care less. I blocked his number and threw myself into my work.

Soon, the networking product I’d developed with my business partners caught the

attention of a well-known Silicon Valley company.

They saw the potential and invested $10 million in us.

Our project took off internationally and began gaining traction at home as well.

When we launched, it was an instant hit.

The platform made shopping easier and more accessible, quickly replacing traditional

methods.

Millions of people downloaded our app, and our company skyrocketed, becoming a

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