All Chapters of The Dragon Sovereign's Stunning Ex-Wife’s Undoing: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

"It's my first time, so… please be gentle," her voice was barely above a whisper as she looked up, a faint blush spreading across her cheeks. … Connor held a cute teddy bear in his hands, his thoughts drifting to a moment three months ago. That night, his wife, Iris Goldwyn, had conceived their child—a daughter. Whenever he had a free moment, Connor would sit and grin foolishly, sketching his daughter's face over and over again in his mind. He could barely remember the person he used to be. Once, he had been the Dragon Sovereign, reigning at the peak of mystical combat. But after the battle that had cost him everything—his beloved's life and his own powers—he was left a shell of the man he had once been. Heartbroken and disillusioned, he chose to abandon everything, sealing himself with the Dragon Sigil before retreating to the remote Abnerhaven city. It was there he met Iris, his wife. And now, he had a daughter. As Connor returned home, clutching the teddy bear and br

"Connor wrote this?" Kurt's face froze in disbelief. The renowned and elusive Lior Everhart... was Connor? "That worthless guy's calligraphy is worth so much money? Kurt, you must be mistaken," Sandra said, her voice skeptical. "I'm absolutely certain. The stroke work, the momentum, the aesthetic—this is unmistakably Lior Everhart's work. Besides, it bears his signature," Kurt replied, though his own confusion lingered. How could someone as young as Connor possibly be the legendary calligrapher? "Are you sure it's Connor who wrote this?" Kurt's gaze turned to Iris. Iris hesitated. She had been about to nod but recalled how Connor had just tried to fool her with a fake contract. Could this calligraphy also be a forgery? "I'm not sure," she said, her voice uncertain. "Connor claimed it's his, but who knows if he's telling the truth." "Of course it is," Bobby interjected, standing up abruptly. "Connor always did have a knack for calligraphy." Sandra, who had been sitting s

When Connor picked up the pendant and rose to his feet, something about him felt different. There was an inexplicable shift that sent a chill through the hearts of the gang of thugs surrounding him. "Get him, Jasper! Look at what this bastard's done to me," Michael snarled, gesturing furiously at his grotesquely swollen face. Jasper, the tattooed leader, cast a glance at Connor, then waved his hand decisively. "Get him!" But before anyone could move, a commanding voice rang out. "Let's see who dares lay a finger on him!" The crowd turned as a stunningly beautiful woman approached with quick, resolute steps. Her beauty was striking, but there was a sharpness in her gaze that stopped the thugs in their tracks. Two men in black suits followed closely behind her, exuding an air of quiet menace. It was Christina. Even Michael, battered and bruised as he was, couldn't help but feel a jolt of heat in his chest. What a woman, he thought, his gaze lingering shamelessly on her long l

While Connor was still at the hospital, Sandra and Michael were already on their way in an ambulance. Sandra was fuming, nearly beside herself with rage. She never imagined that Connor, who had always been so deferential to her, would dare lay a hand on her. And not just her—he had beaten Michael to a pulp. Before they even reached the hospital, Sandra was already on the phone with Iris, complaining bitterly. "Mom, what is it? I'm in the middle of a meeting. Can we talk later?" Iris whispered. Sandra, shrill and panicked, yelled into the phone, "Iris, how can you still be in a meeting? Something huge has happened! That bastard Connor has completely lost it!" "Mom, what happened?" Iris's tone sharpened with concern. Between sobs and sniffling, Sandra began to wail, "Michael and I went to talk to Connor about that calligraphy masterpiece. But the moment he heard it was a genuine work by Lior Everhart, he went crazy and tried to steal it from us! "We refused to give it to hi

"Hahaha, Iris, you finally got rid of that useless piece of trash, Connor! How wonderful! What a great bit of news to hear just as I get back..." A woman in a professional outfit, wearing black stockings, smiled widely. Her name was Evelyn Vesper, Iris's cousin, and the vice manager at Iris Pharmaceuticals. Since Iris had risen to fame, Evelyn had been placed in the company by Sandra to help her out. "Evelyn, actually..." Iris wanted to share her thoughts with Evelyn. But then she hesitated. The words would surely reach Sandra's ears by the next day. Evelyn patted Iris's shoulder. "Iris, you've made the right choice. I've been telling you to divorce him for ages. That useless man would only drag you down. Now that he's out of the picture, you'll be able to soar." A smile finally appeared on Iris's face. This was exactly the kind of praise she wanted to hear. Now, all she needed to do was prove to Connor that she would only get more successful. "By the way, how did thing