After the CEO Divorced Me, He Wants Me Back

As expected.

Jolie lowered her gaze slightly. Her pale face carried a fragile determination as she sat at the edge of the dining table. Her slender frame looked too weak to resist, yet the defiance in her eyes told another story. She couldn't escape.

But she wasn't willing to give in.

"I won't break up with him," she said, raising her eyes with a clear and unwavering resolve.

Terence let out a cold laugh. "Well, you've got guts. You really are my daughter. Let's see how long your resolve lasts!"

With that, he abruptly stood and stormed out of the dining room.

Daisy frowned at Jolie. "Jolie, why are you so stubborn? Ian Wheeler isn't the right person for you. Why won't you listen to us? Do you really think we'd harm you?" Jolie replied calmly, "Is what's 'right' always the best?"

"Of course," Daisy said firmly. "If someone fits in every way, that's what's best."

"I don't agree," Jolie said softly, her gaze dropping as she rejected her mother's words.

"You're being too narrow-minded," Daisy sighed in frustration. "One day, you'll understand that everything we're doing is for your own good."

Jolie didn't respond further and began eating, though there was no life to her actions. She looked like a lifeless robot, her spirit dulled and devoid of any vibrancy.

...

was discharged, Jackie immediately passed the news

kept tapping the screen to wake it, only to let it go dark again moments later. This repeated several times, his brow furrowing more

was he waiting

for a message

night, she

for the past month, he hadn't reached

though he received updates about her every single

to have sensed his thoughts and took it upon herself to report everything

resting well, how

a vivid, living image of

had assumed that since they weren't together, time

To see her. To hold her. To kiss her. To make her his, entirely and without

and more uncontrollable with

him. She

of him argued what was wrong

wanted her, he should

unfit for her. He should

internal conflict,

froze mid. After a brief pause, he grabbed his