After the CEO Divorced Me, He Wants Me Back

Jolie tried her best to control her emotions, but her voice trembled despite her efforts. She couldn't believe it.

She had always known that, to the Quin family, she was a pawn they could use to trade for benefits whenever necessary. Yet, she had clung to the belief that at least she had her freedom. Now, she realized she was under their watch every second of the day. The thought of Selena's resentment toward their parents' favoritism and envy of their so-called love struck her as utterly absurd.

If she could choose, she'd trade the so-called love and favoritism all away. She didn't want any of it.

"Jolie Quin!" Daisy's tone turned uncharacteristically stern.

"Do you have any idea what you're saying? Everything I do is for your safety. How could I possibly be at ease with you living alone? You're the daughter I've cherished and protected all these years.

"Don't change the subject. I'm asking you, when did you and Mr. Cooper start seeing each other? If you're dating, bring him home to meet the family!"

"That's impossible!"

Jolie's emotions erupted, and her composure completely shattered.

Gripping her phone tightly, she shouted, "I will never give you what you want! I won't be with Gavin Cooper, and I won't ever see him again!"

With that, she ended the call, her chest heaving with anger and grief. Tears began streaming down her face, hot and uncontrollable. She felt suffocated, furious, and heartbroken all at once.

How absurd.

failed to be parents. Children who couldn't

her firm refusal would make Daisy drop the idea. She never imagined Daisy would show up at her apartment. When she opened the door and saw Daisy, dressed impeccably in her elegant and poised way, Jolie's face

are you doing

hoarse

and a crumpled nightgown. Her brows furrowed

yourself! What do you think you're doing? You're the heiress of the Quin family, a socialite of Larbor City.

Jolie toward the bedroom, her hands firmly but

then come

chance to say a word. By the time Jolie registered what had happened, the bathroom door had already been

tight fists at her sides,

room, her sharp eyes scanning everything. She lingered on the bed and even glanced into the trash can beside it. Finding nothing suspicious, her brows furrowed briefly

she had arranged. They wouldn't have made a mistake-the man who had come home with Jolie last

to mention, their relationship

to be elegant and refined, preparing her for a strategic marriage that could bring greater benefits to the Quin family. But

most prominent families. Their standards for a daughter-in-law would undoubtedly be sky high, and in their eyes, the