The Charming Ex-Wife

Chapter 212 On Purpose

Michelle had completely moved on from her first love.

Love is beautiful. It gives people the courage to betray the world. But life, after all, is reality.

She had always thought that the figure sprinting for a layup on the basketball court was so handsome. Her heart would beat so fast that it felt like it was about to jump out of her chest. Even when the teacher called his name during class, she would immediately perk up, feeling even more nervous than when her own name was called.

But all those meant nothing now.

Among the people Lysander knew, almost no one could escape the curse of a failed first love.

There was Michelle, who handled it calmly, and then there was Daphne, who was constantly filled with

Sorrow.

Of course, there was also Josiah, who had been a backup for more than twenty years.

Nonetheless, he had gotten what he wished for now, which was to be with the woman he had loved for so many years.

Lysander didn’t know if this counted as her first love, but she was sure that her time with Josiah certainly didn’t count.

Their marriage was devoid of love. Even their separation was carried out with grace. hint of sorrow, the process of healing was swift, although she lost a child, too.

Zachary called

there was

her senses, handed him the folder, and said, “Everything is

let’s hurry

“Okay.”

they found the property consultant, they

just received a notice from the headquarters. The house you had

angry. “But I have already

authorized us to refund you triple the amount of your deposit. I have taken care of all the necessary arrangements. Please come with me to the finance department, where I will promptly

the refund. I want to buy this house. It’s already been agreed upon, so how could you

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“You mean, someone is specifically targeting me? Who is it?”

property consultant chuckled awkwardly. “Well… Oh,

pointed at someone behind them.

in the direction his finger was pointing, only to see Josiah, dressed in a deep grey suit and a black sleeve garter on his left arm, slowly approaching

“Lysander.”

a deep breath, holding back her anger. “What exactly