His Beloved Ex-Wife

Chapter 17 Don’t Take Me For A Fool

Lysander felt that while she had failed in love, she could succeed in her career. The report that had been tormenting her for over two months was finally completed after one all-nighter.

At five-thirty in the morning, Daphne called her. “Tmsetting off now. I should be there in about an hour.

Lysander was touched. “You didn’t have to leave so early; you could have set off around seven.”

Daphne sighed. “If I leave any later, I’ll get into rush hour traffic!”

“In that case, thank you. How about I treat you to a meal later?”

“Forget it. Why are we being so formal? Hurry up and pack. I hate waiting for people.”

Lysander didn’t have much to pack, just her phone charger and a few personal items. She had already prepared everything, and her backpack was sitting on the coffee table in the living room, ready to go. As she hadn’t planned on writing the report during this trip, she didn’t bring her laptop and had typed everything on her phone, which made her eyes sore.

With some time before Daphne arrived, she got up and went to the balcony. The morning in the mountains was cool, with a refreshing chill in the air that somehow felt invigorating. She took a few deep breaths as if she could exhale all the impurities from her body. While the luxury suite was nice with its wraparound balcony where guests could enjoy the mountain views, there was also a downside -there was a couple fighting upstairs.

It was quiet in the morning in the mountains, and standing on the terrace on the second floor, she could clearly hear the argument on the eighth floor. She knew it was the eighth floor because she was now very sensitive to Lysanne’s voice and was able to place it accurately with just a brief listen.

Lysanne seemed to be crying, and very sadly at that. “So, you don’t want me anymore. Is that it?”

“I’m already married.” Josiah’s voice sounded cold.

“But you love me.”

He was silent.

“Josiah, the woman you married has a name similar to mine. Dare you say it’s not because of me?”

Josiah chuckled and his words were even tinged with sarcasm. “Who are you asking me this question. as? A best friend?”

“Josiah, you’re blaming me.”

He sneered, the faint smell of tobacco lingering in the air as he lit another cigarette.

“It’s right for you to blame me; you’ve been so good to me since we were kids, and I was the one who let you down first, but now, I know I’m to blame, very grievously at that.”

was somewhat aggressive. “You’re not.

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we stop being friends? I want to be

silent

initiative. I

the rest. The words best friend were like a flimsy barrier; she had been waiting for so long, and today, it finally seemed to have been crossed. She turned back to her room and sat on the edge of the bed, looking through her phone while quietly waiting. No matter what

for a while and not getting anything

of these wedding dresses do you think looks the best? Susan had sent over a dozen pictures,

you suddenly looking

have a wedding ceremony back then, it should be made up for

should give you what you deserve, and you shouldn’t be

eyes felt

styles, box designs, and door gifts. Just let

of wedding supplies,

you awake?” It was

down and

his eyes slightly red and

you have something to say

“-yes.”

headed back in, taking a seat in the living room and

out the chair and sat down slowly beside her before glancing around the room and inquiring, “Why haven’t you changed

first time Lysander had addressed him by his full name

cut to the chase. Small talk is tedious,”

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minutes, he finally managed

playing on her lips as if he had

shock. “Aren’t

the reason,” reminded Lysander. “Josiah, don’t treat

buried his face in his hands, exhaling

“Congratulations,” she remarked.

bitterly.

on finally fulfilling your wish after over twenty

return.”