Ex-Husband's Domination

Ex-Husband's Domination

Chapter 1

Twenty-six-year-old Leon Wolf was a married man whose notorious reputation was well-known across Springfield City. He lived with his wife's family—the Mansons—and was treated as an indentured servant during his three-year marriage. Dignity was a foreign concept to him, but he endured all the humiliation in silence and never once spoke up in protest.

For the past three years, he worked tirelessly like a horse in the Mansons' company every single day, yet his salary had to be handed over to his wife Marilyn, whom he couldn't even get close to.

By the time he came home at night, he had to do laundry, mop, cook, and various other household chores. Still, he worked diligently without complaining.

He believed that by doing all this, he could prove his worth to his wife and convince her to stay with him until they grew old. But what he received in return was a cruel blow—a baby!

His wife, with whom he had never even slept, was pregnant, and he was about to become a father!

But would anyone consider that good news?

"Is it so difficult for you to wash the clothes properly or mop the floor well, Leon? You're useless! Can't you do anything right? Why should we keep you here when even a dog would do better than you?"

...

The harsh words came from Leon's mother-in-law, Helen Manson. She pointed a finger in his face and lashed out angrily.

Leon looked up, his eyes bloodshot with anger.

"Helen!" Leon gritted his teeth and hissed.

"Don't address me by my first name. You're not worthy of calling me that!"

Helen expressed her disgust and contempt.

Leon remained silent and refrained from responding.

Three years ago, he happened to come across the patriarch of the Mansons when the latter suddenly fell ill.

Elder Manson, as he was known, had to be carried to the hospital on Leon's back for about eight miles. The old man received timely treatment and was saved thanks to Leon's kindness.

Elder Manson, feeling indebted, decided to repay the favor by marrying off his granddaughter, Marilyn, to Leon. The rest of the family opposed it, but the old man turned a deaf ear to their objections.

Since then, Leon had been living with the Mansons for three years.

Three years!

Even the most cold-hearted person would have warmed up to someone in that span of time, but the bitter mother-daughter duo made it impossible!

Marilyn and her family looked down on him from the depths of their hearts simply because he was an orphan with no prospects or family background.

Despite his best efforts, Marilyn and the others continued to criticize, hit, and berate him at every turn.

Elder Manson was the only person in the entire family who treated him well.

When Elder Manson was around to protect him, his mother-in-law Helen managed to restrain herself—but only to a certain extent.

Since Elder Manson passed away from illness a month ago, Helen and everyone else had practically intensified their efforts to drive him away.

He had become an unwanted presence in the family and spent his days being treated worse than a dog...

The room door swung open, and Marilyn walked in, reeking of alcohol. Clad in fashionable clothes and black silk stockings, her alluring stride and seductively blushing face were irresistible to almost every man.

Seeing her return, Leon looked up at her and felt a surge of pain in his aching heart. He couldn't fathom how she could bring herself to go out for drinks, even when she was pregnant!

Leon's first instinct was to go and support her, but Marilyn immediately pushed him away.

"Hands off me! Pack up your stuff right now and get the hell out of here. We're getting a divorce at the Civil Records Office tomorrow!"

"What! Why?!"

At that moment, Helen showed up and started cursing at Leon as soon as she saw him standing there in a daze.

"What are you doing, Leon? Bring a basin of water and start washing Lulu's feet!"

Helen walked over to Marilyn with a doting expression on her face. She gently held the woman's hand and asked with concern, "Why are you drinking so much alcohol? It's not good for the baby. You've put in so much effort to finally get pregnant with Brody's son, so you mustn't let anything happen to him."

She was already looking forward to having a grandson, even though the baby's due date was still months away. Only a boy would give her daughter a chance to become Brody's wife. The only reason she kept Leon around was that she was unsure about the baby's gender—after all, someone needed to take care of her daughter, and hiring a babysitter would cost extra money.

"Don't bother washing my feet! I've suffered enough from your uselessness for the past three years, Leon! Let's get divorced tomorrow!"

Marilyn looked at Leon with a cold, arrogant, and contemptuous expression.

Leon immediately felt as if his heart had been pierced by thousands of arrows. He knew he wasn't worthy of Marilyn, yet he continued to work hard and endure everything for three years, hoping to earn her approval.

Little did he know that, in exchange for all his hard work, he would receive a request for divorce!

"You're right!" Helen realized it too. "After all, we have Brody's child now, and it would tarnish our reputation if people found out he's still living with us."

"I'm tired. Could you walk me to my room so I can rest? The sight of this idiot disgusts me!"

Marilyn tenderly stroked her stomach, worrying about whether other women around Brody would try to interfere with them once her belly grew larger. As Helen helped Marilyn into the room, she took a jab at Leon, "Why are you still here? Do you plan to stick around and take care of a baby that isn't even yours?"

In that split second, humiliation, anger, and a myriad of other negative emotions overwhelmed Leon's heart. He felt like an abandoned stray, ruthlessly chased away from its home. All his belongings from the three years of marriage—including his ID card—were thrown into the trash can. Leon's strongest emotion at that moment was bitter disappointment.

He was homeless.

In those three years, his earnings from work were handed over in full to his mother-in-law, and he wasn't given a single cent. He was no different from a wild dog.

Leon wandered the streets and ended up at a cemetery, where he felt the cold air in the darkness.

He stood before a tombstone, his expression lonely and his eyes wide, but not a single tear fell.

He didn't know whether to feel anger, despair, or disappointment.

Silently, he looked at the tombstone of the late Elder Manson, the only person who had protected him and cared for him during those three years. After being kicked out of the house, Leon felt compelled to pay his respects to the old man one last time.

Although he intended to pay his respects, he had no money on him and couldn't even afford to buy the cheapest flowers.

"Thank you for taking care of me during these three years, Sir...

"Tomorrow, I'm going to divorce Marilyn...

"I failed to live up to your expectations..."

Leon's eyes were red. He knelt in the dark of the night and bowed repeatedly before Elder Manson's tombstone. It was difficult to put the bitterness and sadness in his heart into words.

After paying his respects, he picked up a pendant, held it in his hand, and sat blankly on the ground with his back against the tombstone.

Unbeknownst to Leon, the pendant seemed to emit a soft white light, as if it could sense the anger and humiliation within him…

Leon left the cemetery after paying his respects to Elder Manson, but before he stepped out, he noticed a woman in professional attire standing at the entrance. She had a stunning figure, and Leon wondered why someone like her would be visiting the cemetery in the middle of the night instead of being sound asleep in bed. She wore heavy makeup, causing him to do a double take.

She appeared unhappy and muttered something like, "You broke-ass b*stard."

Usually, Leon would ignore such remarks in the past, knowing that reacting wouldn't benefit him in any way. However, the shock of his wife getting pregnant with someone else's child and being expelled from his own home had left him incredibly upset. He wanted to vent his emotions. In a moment of impulsive hot-headedness, he rushed towards the woman and said, "Isn't it a bit early for you to be offering yourself on the street? How much do you charge for a night? I happen to be in a good mood today!"

Truth be told, Leon didn't have a single cent in his pocket. He trembled slightly as he spoke, worried that she might be a sex worker, in which case he wouldn't have anything to pay her with.

Fortunately, the woman's face turned pale, and she stared at Leon upon hearing his statement.

She seemed like a proper and refined woman.

Leon secretly felt relieved.

Having endured a lot with the Mansons that day and hitting rock bottom, when he saw the woman glaring at him, he added another sentence, "What are you staring at? Didn't you hear my question? I asked how much you charge for a night. What's wrong? Do you expect to be treated with dignity even though you're out here selling yourself? You should know that I used to undergo combat training, so you should be the one thanking me for a good time instead."

That remark only made the woman angrier, and she immediately yelled, "What's your name? Which company do you work for?"

"Why does that matter? Were you planning on coming over to my place?"

Leon wouldn't foolishly disclose personal information to random people.

"How dare you!"

The woman's face reddened with anger, but she had no choice but to run away from Leon, leaving him feeling resentful.

As Leon turned to leave, he saw two suspicious young men sneaking into the cemetery. Each of them was carrying a sack and a rope.

They didn't notice Leon due to the darkness and the obstruction of trees and tombstones.

Any sensible person could see that those two were up to no good.

Leon frowned and surmised that they were after the woman, so he decided to secretly follow them. Sure enough, the beautiful woman who seemed to be waiting in the cemetery was suddenly attacked from behind by the two men and forcefully shoved into a sack. They stuffed a pair of foul-smelling socks into her mouth, rendering her struggles and resistance futile.

Soon, one of the stronger men held the woman down while the other fetched a large, heavy stone and tied it to the sack.

The two of them then lifted the stone and threw it into the river with a loud splash.

Leon's eyes widened!

It was murder!

Leon's first instinct was to flee, but he worried that any noise he made would startle the men. Instead, he hid behind a tombstone and waited until the two men left before cautiously peeking out.

After careful consideration, Leon jumped into the water. He may have been a cowardly man, but the values instilled in him since childhood compelled him to take action rather than watch a helpless woman being killed right before his eyes.

Leon swiftly rescued the woman from the water. Ignoring his soaked and panting state, he immediately untied the sack. Unfortunately, he failed to notice that he was right beside a dagger dropped by one of the men.

Meanwhile, the two young men made their way to the road outside the cemetery, where a luxurious SUV was parked.

As they were about to get into the car and leave, Marco subconsciously reached for his boots.

His expression instantly changed.

"Dang, I dropped my dagger! It must be somewhere by the river... We need to hurry and find it. There might be fingerprints..."

The two men hurriedly returned to the river.

...

When Leon opened the sack, the woman inside was already drenched. Her white top and short, form-fitting skirt clung tightly to her body, accentuating her curves and exquisite figure. Her top revealed faint traces of a black lace bra.

It was a sight to behold!

Leon couldn't help but gulp. He had thought Marilyn was a beautiful woman, but he never expected the woman in front of him to surpass Marilyn's beauty by a mile.

The woman had been submerged in water for a significant time, causing her face to appear pale, and she struggled to breathe. There was nothing Leon could do except place a hand on her ample bosom and perform mouth-to-mouth resuscitation.

To his surprise, her bosom was soft, and her lips were even softer, with a hint of sweetness.

Leon couldn't help but let his imagination wander.

Moments later, Leon successfully revived her.

"Bleagh…"

The woman coughed up several mouthfuls of water. Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and she finally regained her senses.

The woman felt a warmth on her lips. When she lifted her head, she saw Leon's hand stroking her leg, prompting her to kick him into the water in anger.

She scolded him, "What do you think you're doing, groping me like that?! You pervert! Disgusting!"

Leon was taken aback and ended up falling into the water.

He thrashed and flailed in the river before managing to climb back onto the shore.

At that moment, he looked even more pitiful than before.

Having endured so much suffering that day, Leon glared at the woman without bothering to explain what had just transpired.

"All women are the same! I saved you and gave you mouth-to-mouth, but instead of thanking me, you kicked me into the water! Didn't your parents teach you anything? I think I should punish you on behalf of your father!"

Leon said angrily as he walked toward her. The woman began to panic, trembling all over, including her voice and chest. "Hey, stop fooling around!"

If someone did something to her in such a desolate area and then threw her back into the water, there would be no evidence left to find.

Leon snatched her water-damaged cellphone and car keys. He smashed her phone hard on the ground, destroying it, and tossed the car keys into the water!

"Let's see you act tough now!"

Leon said in anger, "You're ungrateful, aren't you? We're out in the wilderness, and I just broke your phone. How do you plan to survive here? Without your phone, you can't call a taxi, and with your car keys swimming with the fish, you can't even open your car. Do you want to go home? Well, tough luck! I'm leaving you here, where even the grass doesn't grow. It's a cemetery, so I'm sure you'll have plenty of company at night."

Leon then strode off with determined steps.

The woman was terrified, trembling like a leaf as she cried out, "No! Don't! Please, I'm begging you!"

Chapter 2

The cemetery was located in a remote area to begin with. Leon was confident that there were no ghosts around, but the rumors of wolves lurking nearby remained uncertain. The woman, soaked after being pulled out from the river, was injured and unable to walk far. Given the distance and the desolation of the place, it was highly unlikely that anyone would come to her rescue. Spending a night there, with her car keys thrown into the river and her cell phone shattered, would be more agonizing than death.

Unfortunately for her, Leon was determined to punish her for her ungratefulness.

Leon walked away.

"You jerk! Don't just leave me here!" the woman tried to chase after Leon, but her efforts were in vain as he stormed off. She cursed wildly and felt incredibly dejected. She never expected that a dignified young woman like her would suffer such mistreatment at the hands of an ordinary person.

"B*stard! Once I find out who you are, I sure as hell will make you pay!" the woman, whose name was Iris Young, shouted.

As soon as she said that, Leon firmly decided to ignore her, although he felt a little reluctant earlier.

When Iris saw Leon disappear from her sight, she felt like crying, but somehow she couldn't shed a single tear. The heel of her high heel snapped, and she shivered from the cold wind, her body still wet. She looked around warily, sensing the eerie atmosphere of her surroundings. Even if there were no wolves, the cemetery still held an air of supernatural mystery.

She despised Leon with every fiber of her being, never having experienced such mistreatment in her pampered life as the eldest daughter in her family.

Meanwhile, Leon quickly regretted his actions within a minute or two of walking away. He was a good person with a good heart. Without that goodness, he wouldn't have saved old Elder Manson all those years ago or endured the torment inflicted by the Mansons. When he lashed out at Iris earlier, he was merely pouring out his resentment toward Marilyn and Helen onto the innocent Iris. As he walked, the gentle wind helped calm him down.

He thought to himself, 'She's just a girl. It would cross the line for me to do that to her. Even if there are no wolves or ghosts around, staying out here all night would give her a bad cold. If anything bad were to happen to her, my conscience would torment me for the rest of my life. Scaring her a little should be enough. I shouldn't leave her here for the entire night.'

Leon turned around and went to find her.

But as soon as he arrived at the spot where he left Iris, she was nowhere to be seen.

Leon became anxious. He searched high and low but found nothing except her high heels.

It wasn't a good sign.

Leon knew that Iris was in trouble, and he soon heard Iris's faint cry for help. He ran in the direction of the sound, his anger resurfacing. It turned out that the two thugs from before had returned, and killing Iris was no longer their only agenda. Anyone could see the lustful desire in their eyes when they saw Iris, wet and dripping.

By the time Leon found her, Iris had already been partially stripped. Without thinking, Leon rushed to kick the men, then noticed that Iris was almost completely exposed. Despite her efforts to cover herself, her glowing fairness shone through. Leon couldn't help but appreciate her stunning figure, which surpassed Marilyn's.

"Are you alright?"

Filled with guilt, Leon took off his clothes and threw them to Iris, so she could cover herself.

Iris hurriedly covered herself with the clothes, but she felt angry and helpless when she saw that her savior was Leon. Her hand instinctively wanted to slap him in the face, but as she glanced to the side, she saw something that made her shout instead.

"Be careful!" she warned, but it was already too late.

The thug in the black suit, a robustly-built man, towered over Leon. Leon, with his ordinary build, couldn't block the man's attack. With a powerful kick, the thug sent Leon flying several meters away. He then retrieved the dagger he had dropped earlier and sneered.

"Trying to get yourself killed?"

The man in the black suit stepped on Leon's chest, preparing to deliver a fatal blow.

Behind him, the other man, who had been kicked away by Leon, urged, "Marco, the Youngs are powerful. They'll track us down soon. We can't waste any more time. Deal with them and don't make a single mistake!"

Marco thought somewhat unhappily, 'That's rich, coming from you.' After all, they would have killed Iris had the other guy not given in to his lustful impulses.

But it wasn't the time to argue about who was right. Marco immediately stabbed

Leon's chest with the dagger.

Blood splattered everywhere!

With his last breath, Leon gritted his teeth, fiercely grabbed Marco's thigh, and shouted at Iris.

"Run! My life's not worth much. Save yourself! Don't worry about me!"

Leon smiled bitterly at Iris before his impending death. Deep down, as angry as he was, he remained the honest Leon in his final moments.

He resolved that he wouldn't be that kind of person again in his next life.

Leon's bitter smile encompassed a myriad of emotions: sourness, desolation, and despair.

Iris sat paralyzed on the ground, her face pale. She seemed to see Leon's inner fragility and sadness through his smile, revealing a vulnerability that contrasted with his earlier strength.

Iris didn't try to escape, knowing it would be futile once Leon was gone.

Seeing Leon's death, Iris felt a profound sadness. Despite the way he had treated her earlier, she couldn't help but feel sorrow when she saw him sacrifice his life to save her.

Simultaneously, blood gushed from Leon's chest, staining the pendant hanging around his neck.

No one noticed the white glow emanating from the pendant as it entered Leon's body through the wound.

'I am an ancestor of the Wolf family, my renown pales not against that of legendary deities. Should fate befall any one of my descendants, they shall inherit what is contained within me...'

As he was about to die, a rush of information flooded Leon's mind.

Moments later, it felt like he was being drawn toward the light. His pale face turned abnormally red, and an unknown power surged through his body.

"You're next, Iris!"

The man in the black suit sneered and approached Iris with the dagger.

Iris remained frozen on the ground, her expression filled with despair and grief.

"Behind you!" the other man angrily shouted, but it was unfortunately too late.

Leon picked up the dagger from the ground, suddenly stood up, and stabbed the man in the black suit from behind.

"How...?"