Chapter 88: A Slap Across the Ex–Husband’s Face 

“Shane!” Willow smelled alcohol.She SAV Shane swaying, the supponed him. Shane wiped his mouth, his hair disheveled, his eyes bloodshot. “I’m fine… urght he comped up more blood, covering his mouth, as if fearing she’d be frightened Blood trickled down his fingers. Good thing I drank enough wine, Shane thought.Under Fletcher’s furious gaze, he tried to shield Willow’s eyes.“Don’t look. Your ex is acting like a rabid dog, I feel so bad for your 

Fletcher’s throat tightened, his eyes widening This man leaning on Willow, coughing up “block;” 

sembled the “green tea b*tch” Serena had described! 

Fletcher clenched his fists.“Shane! I didn’t even hit you!” 

Shane showed Willow the blood on his hand.“Don’t worry, Willow, I bumped into a door has nothing to do with Fletcher.” 

Fletcher smelled no wine; it was the aroma of aged Longjing tea–a scent that stunned him. “Damn green tea…” Before Fletcher could finish, Willow threw her wine in his face. Fletcher froze. The wine drenched his hair and face, dripping down his jawline onto his expensive suit. Guests gasped.Fletcher had punched Shane; Dow “this“2 Mrs. Caldwell, protective as a hen, tried to rush upstairs.“Willow! Are you insane?! Shane’s eyes turned cold.Two waiters immediately restrained her.She cursed, but they stuffed napkins in her mouth.The guests watched in disbelief–the Caldwells were a spectacle! Willow ignored Mrs. Caldwell’s muffled protests.Fletcher wiped the wine from his face.His lips tightened.“You’ve gotten bold, haven’t you?” 

Willow wouldn’t have dared to speak to him like this before.She’d loved him.Now… 

Fletcher scoffed.Her love had been so cheap! 

“Fletcher! I’m not your wife anymore, understand?” Willow snapped.Her tone held a famíliár sharpness. 

Fletcher felt a tremor. They’d lived together for seven years with little communication, but Willow still bore his mark.His heart clenched; the wine on his face felt burning hot. 

“I was going to give you another chance,” he said, the wine tasting bitter in his mouth.“I was going to make you Caldwell Industries‘ CTO, managing the entire R&D department!It’s a dream job for many! I know you lack experience, but I’ve decided to cultivate you as a core member!” 

He expected shock, dismay.So what if she’d been invited upstairs? Those industry leaders wanted ‘her for technical work.Her gold medal in the ALI competition qualified her for a top tech company, possibly as a team leader–the peak for a 27–year–old with no experience.Offering her the CTO position was a gesture, considering their past. 

He brushed the wet hair from his forehead. The last drop of wine slid down his jaw.His handsome face, even stained, seemed battle–worn and magnetic. 

“This is my 

to greatest gift 

my 

ex–wife! Report to Caldwell 

tomorrow!” 

He looked at Shane, still feigning injury, with disdain. After issuing his “gift,” he turned to leave. “You have so much water in your brain, why not use it to nurture your heart?” Willow taunted. He spun back, “Keep pushing me, and you’ll regret it!” 

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Willow smiled. “Are you expecting me to be grateful for the CTO position? I have better options” 

The business moguls, who had been watching, surged forward. They’d been hesitant to approach, fearing the lingering connection between Willow and Fletcher Now, with Willow rejecting him, they acted swiftly. 

They scrambled up the stairs to reach her. They barely noticed Fletcher, pushing him aside. 

“Ms. James, my card!” 

“Ms. James, if you don’t want Caldwell, consider us!” 

distant relative of Fletcher’s chuckled.“Fletcher, poaching your ex isn’t very nice…” 

cut but his uncle 

him off, You’re “Third Uncle…” Fletcher started to retort, divorced! Ex–husbands should be quiet as if they’re dead!” 

Fletcher’s temples throbbed.He saw Willow surrounded by executives, offering positions and generous packages. 

This was a show for *him*. 

He raised his voice.“Willow, tell me what you want.I can afford it!” 

Willow turned to him.The executives fell silent. 

“Fletcher…” Willow asked seriously, “What gives you the right to negotiate with me? 

She echoed his words from their divorce.He’d said, “What gives you the right to negotiate with me?* Now, surrounded by the elite, after recognizing her worth and offering her the CTO position, she returned his contempt.