Wooing My Ex-Wife

Megan glanced at Cedrick with an awkward smile, chuckled sheepishly, and then settled back into her seat.

Meanwhile, Gwendolyn returned her gaze to Cedrick, seizing the opportunity to study him while he remained lost in desolation, his eyes fixed on the ground.

When he finally looked up, she quickly averted her eyes, avoiding eye contact. Resuming a calm tone, she asked, “Since you claim to be my husband, what evidence do you have to prove it?”

Cedrick pondered for a moment before reaching into his pocket and taking out his phone. With trembling fingers, he tapped the screen and clicked into the photo album, showing Gwendolyn a family photo of the four of them taken in the hospital’s lab.

Gwendolyn glanced at it placidly. “Photos can be edited. Since you came prepared, it’s only normal for you fabricate these.”

She was implying that she still didn’t buy his claim.

Cedrick sighed, a bitter smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he began to explain, “We have a pair of five-year-old twins. The older one is a boy named Benedict Jenson, and the younger one is a girl named Zendaya Harris. They have different surnames because you personally arranged it that way, considering their involvement in the inheritance rights of both the Jenson and Harris families. During the year when you were pregnant, many things happened. Your father fell from the stairs and passed away in the hospital. You were questioned about whether you were truly the heiress of the Harris family. All those burdens took a toll on your emotions, causing them to become unstable and often go out of control…”

He paused and slowly rolled up his left sleeve, revealing his muscular forearm.

As he was clenching his fist firmly, his skin was taut, revealing the veins bulging underneath.

He turned his forearm slightly, showing two rows of bite marks that had left a small, fading scar.

Cedrick gently caressed the scar with his fingertips, his eyelashes trembling as he spoke hoarsely. “This scar is from when I stopped you from eating oranges during a manic episode. You bit me hard, and it hurt so badly…”

The pain from that bite was excruciating, but nothing compares to the agony of her not remembering me and not choosing me.

Gwendolyn turned her face away, not looking at the bite mark. Her calm expression seemed indifferent, as if she was unaffected by what he just said.

Megan observed their expressions back and let out a sigh as she shook her head, uncertain of what she should say.

Matters concerning these young people were beyond her intervention, so all she could do was listen quietly.

into a

demeanor, Gwendolyn said, “Stories can be fabricated. Saying all this won’t make me believe you. There are so many people with ill intentions nowadays. If I wasn’t cautious, I would’ve believed Charles, and you wouldn’t even have the chance to tell

apathetic, as though she was

by her feet, his head hanging low. He remained silent

trying to console him and tell him that

few

me when she doesn’t

at the dejected man, who was still crouching at her feet, wallowing in sorrow. With a tinge of tenderness, she asked, “Aren’t your legs sore

I would even kneel and slap myself to atone for my sins

a young age, children need their parents’ company. Are you really planning to stay

him away and making it clear that he was not welcome

moment

would be wherever his

could ever

leave? We can’t accommodate all of you here. Your children must be upset without someone to keep them company. You claim to love me and your kids, yet you’re leaving

very obedient recently. Benny can tuck Zendy in himself, so they don’t need me there. Besides, Joshua is with them, so they’ll

other words, he was determined to stay there

mediate the situation. “That’s okay. I’m honored that Mr. Jenson is willing to make himself comfortable in my humble abode. Let me go get

got up and walked inside the

the only ones left

in saying anything

at her

solemn look, Gwendolyn held out her hand.

instinctively reached for his pocket, eager to present the evidence. However, his expression soon froze on his face. “The marriage certificate is at home. I

“Then, stop claiming to be my husband. Until I see the marriage certificate, I

to

get someone to head home and retrieve the evidence right away. Once you see our marriage certificate, will you trust