Three Strikes Dad's Out
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Kalina's heart felt as if it were being torn apart by invisible hands. She watched, helpless, as the shining golden medal – the honor her son, Galen, had fought so hard to win – was personally handed by her estranged husband, William, to Lucien, his new partner's son. William didn't even spare Galen a glance, merely ordering him, in a tone so cold it could freeze a soul, "Be generous. Share your prize." Little Galen's vision blurred with tears, his victory, so rightfully his, offered up without hesitation. All he wanted was a semblance of false peace, a dinner, however perfunctory. But William's back was colder than his turning away. The engine roared, his new family speeding away like an arrow, leaving Galen's heart-wrenching cries of "Daddy! Daddy!" to shrink in the rearview mirror until they vanished completely. Kalina clutched her trembling son tightly, her chest aching with a raw pain, each word laced with blood: "He... he doesn't want us anymore." When she finally found solace in her father's warm and steadfast embrace, the crushed pain solidified into an iron resolve. Kalina picked up her phone, her fingers tapping out a brief message, each word resonating with absolute finality: "William, I gave you three chances, and you personally destroyed every single one. From this moment on, you will never set foot in our lives again." Her voice didn't tremble; her decision, sharp as a blade, severed all past entanglements. William had no idea that what he had ignited with his own hands was a raging storm, destined to consume everything. The calls he had once contemptuously dismissed now became chains of fate. Almost simultaneously, his new partner's phone rang with an abrupt, urgent call that tore through the night – their joint project was collapsing irreversibly. And the woman he had once cast aside like an old rag, Kalina, was now his only lifeline. This time, however, her phone would ring unanswered, forever. The tables had turned; his former arrogance and cruelty had now transformed into utter helplessness. William had plunged headfirst into the abyss he once treated as a mere plaything, utterly consumed by everything he had so carelessly discarded. She was the Kingsley heiress who gave up her crown for love. Karina fell for her boss, William, and a
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Publish：2025-08-21
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