Divorce by Combat: 40 Days to Ruin My Ex
By @john1208
I was mid-brawl, shattering a mahogany coffee table with a goon's skull, when my husband's terrified courier served me divorce papers. Honestly? Best timing ever. Garek claimed my 'hot temper' wasn't fit for his refined society, totally oblivious that I’ve spent the last three years actively suppressing my urge to murder his snobby friends. What nobody knows - not even Garek - is that the neural limiter keeping my rage in check is degrading. I have exactly forty days before my brain liquefies. With the clock ticking, I'm dropping the demure wife act to cure myself. Suddenly, I’m back to running the deadly Moirai Protocol, winning impossible court cases as the city's undefeated lawyer, and hacking medical mainframes as a shadow-surgeon. Naturally, this is the exact moment Garek’s entertainment agency goes bankrupt, forcing him to desperately hunt down the legendary composer 'Requiem' - aka, me. Between a double-agent secretary playing both sides and a rival syndicate boss whose assassination attempts feel suspiciously like flirting, my schedule is packed. Will I manage to cure my exploding brain and humiliate my ex on a global stage before the timer hits zero?
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