Return, My Love: Wooing the Neglected Ex-Wife

Chapter 841:

“Zoey, don’t say that in front of the child!”

“Am I wrong?” Zoey snapped back, unbothered.

Crowell’s father appeared in the doorway, heading straight for his grandson without sparing a glance for Fiona. “Oh, my grandson! Come to Grandpa!”

Fiona took a step forward, her fist clenched in frustration, but before she could say anything, the door slammed shut in her face. She raised her hand in anger, but the courage to knock faltered.noveldrama

At that moment, the thought of divorce burned hotter within her than ever before. Wiping away the tears that had threatened to spill, she grabbed her purse and left for the restaurant.

When she entered, Crowell was on the phone, smiling broadly.

Before she had learned about his infidelity, Fiona would have thought he was discussing business. But now, she knew better. She was certain Crowell was sweet-talking another woman.

Fiona sat down across from Crowell, her expression hard and unreadable.

“Alright, my wife’s here. I’ll talk to you later,” Crowell said quickly, hanging up the phone and offering Fiona a forced smile as he handed her the menu. “Honey, order whatever you want. It’s all on me today!”

Fiona glanced at him, her eyes narrowing as she asked, “What happened to your face?”

The bruise on Crowell’s face was obvious, even though it had been treated. A faint mark remained, dark and angry.

“I just slipped while walking,” Crowell replied quickly and pointed to a dish on the menu. “This garlic butter shrimp is fantastic. You should try it.”

Fiona felt a sinking feeling in her stomach. “Don’t you know I don’t eat garlic?”

Crowell blinked, caught off guard. He tapped his forehead, a nervous chuckle escaping his lips. “I forgot. I’ve been so caught up with everything lately. Sorry, honey.”

His enthusiasm was the same as it used to be, like when they first got married. He would always apologize first, even when he wasn’t to blame.

But when had things changed?

Fiona’s mind drifted back to her pregnancy, to the time when she found those suggestive messages on Crowell’s phone.

He had brushed them off as targeted ads because of the maternity products he had purchased. He had even tried to comfort her, speaking in soft tones.

“How could I ever betray you? I wouldn’t even look at them, let alone touch them.”

Later, as Fiona recovered at the postpartum care center, the news revealed that the company on the top floor was involved in illegal activities catering to expectant fathers.

Crowell sat beside her, his unease palpable as they watched the broadcast together.

In retrospect, Fiona realized Crowell hadn’t seemed disgusted by it at the time.

“Crowell, let’s get a divorce,” Fiona’s voice was steady, almost detached, betraying the emptiness she felt inside. Her heart had already died, and her marriage had been reduced to ruins. She had once envied Lacey and Michael’s relationship, but now she saw clearly that even the most beautiful relationships crumbled under the weight of marriage and children, leaving nothing but messes behind.

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