The Ex-Wife Is the Matriarch All Episodes

Five years married, and he never once laid a finger on her. Yet he sent over a hundred mistresses and ordered her to "fix" each one with her own hands.On the night their marriage contract expired, she was framed and dragged onto an interrogation chair.Then a shot blasted the door open, and a mercenary dropped to one knee before her: "Head of the house, we've come to take you home."So she was never some abandoned wife—she was an heir of noble blood, a family far above his reach.

Five years married, and he never once laid a finger on her. Yet he sent over a hundred mistresses and ordered her to "fix" each one with her own hands.On the night their marriage contract expired, she was framed and dragged onto an interrogation chair.Then a shot blasted the door open, and a mercenary dropped to one knee before her: "Head of the house, we've come to take you home."So she was never some abandoned wife—she was an heir of noble blood, a family far above his reach.

Five years married, and he never once laid a finger on her. Yet he sent over a hundred mistresses and ordered her to "fix" each one with her own hands.On the night their marriage contract expired, she was framed and dragged onto an interrogation chair.Then a shot blasted the door open, and a mercenary dropped to one knee before her: "Head of the house, we've come to take you home."So she was never some abandoned wife—she was an heir of noble blood, a family far above his reach.

Five years married, and he never once laid a finger on her. Yet he sent over a hundred mistresses and ordered her to "fix" each one with her own hands.On the night their marriage contract expired, she was framed and dragged onto an interrogation chair.Then a shot blasted the door open, and a mercenary dropped to one knee before her: "Head of the house, we've come to take you home."So she was never some abandoned wife—she was an heir of noble blood, a family far above his reach.

Five years married, and he never once laid a finger on her. Yet he sent over a hundred mistresses and ordered her to "fix" each one with her own hands.On the night their marriage contract expired, she was framed and dragged onto an interrogation chair.Then a shot blasted the door open, and a mercenary dropped to one knee before her: "Head of the house, we've come to take you home."So she was never some abandoned wife—she was an heir of noble blood, a family far above his reach.