His Beloved Ex-Wife

Chapter 189 Mourning My Lost Love

Lysander’s life continued as usual.

In any life, there was bound to be problems.

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First, she needed to find a new place for her parents to move into as soon as possible.

Secondly, her younger sister had experienced a heartbreak.

Lysander didn’t really have a solution for this. She also wasn’t particularly good at giving advice, and it seemed as though no amount of counsel would help with heartbreak. However, doing nothing wasn’t an option as she only had one sister.

So, when Michelle pleaded with her to go for a drink, Lysander thought for a moment and agreed.

At her age, she was the spitting image of Daphne from the past. Back then, Daphne had been so distraught that she almost broke down mentally, to the point of considering suicide. Michelle, however, merely sought solace in alcohol to temporarily numb herself. At least her life wasn’t in any danger.

Lysander chose a fairly respectable bar, requesting the most secluded booth. She let her younger sister sit inside, shielding her from view while she sat on the outside. This was to prevent any unwelcome guests from spotting the intoxicated young lady and getting any improper ideas.

face was wet with tears. Hiccupping, she sprawled herself on the table. “Lysander, when you divorced Josiah, was it

said, “It’s okay, I

you? You’re like some kind of superhuman, unaffected by trivial

“Mm–hmm.”

Michelle sat up straight, taking another gulp of her cold beer. “I argued with Mom and Dad for him. I even planned to move to the capital for him, but this is how he treats

in the small garden downstairs as she called her

time, she couldn’t probe further. Her priority

a bit of sense left in her. By the time the two returned home, she had

they arrived and she had a few sips of alcohol, she completely lost control

did he say

and cursed, “The b*stard was forcing me to choose between my

brow furrowed in concern. “Did he

Mourning My Lost

Michelle nodded

you had chosen

tell his parents, reject the arranged marriage, and then elope with me to the capital. Does he think I’m a fool? This choice costs him nothing, as we’d still be following the original plan of studying together in the capital. As for eloping, his family would still be paying his tuition. What kind of clopement

but chuckle. “Don’t you think cloping is pretty

incredulous look. “Lysander, are