Wooing My Ex-Wife

The sound of splashing water echoed from the bathroom. Whitney shed her grimy dress and stepped into the bathtub.

The warm water cascaded over her body, washing away the fatigue and unhappiness of her day.

She lazily leaned against the bathtub, unintentionally catching sight of his bathrobe left at home. We could have spent tonight in sheer joy.

In no time at all, a thick mist rose within the bathroom, veiling the expression on her face.

After taking a bath, Whitney came out wearing his bathrobe, threw herself onto the bed, and greedily inhaled the scent of his pillow.

The pillow seemed to still carry the scent of Charles.

She stared at the ceiling, wanting to sleep and forget her troubles. However, sleep cluded her.

She had grown accustomed to the presence of Charles by her side, accustomed to falling asleep to the sound of his breathing, accustomed to his embrace, his chest.

Now, the night was far too quiet.

In the end, it was only as dawn was breaking that she finally managed to fall asleep.

The alarm rang in the early morning, and Whitney instantly sat up in bed. She quickly got dressed and rushed downstairs as if someone was urging her to get things done.

“Whitney…

Before Jasmine could finish her sentence, Whitney had already run out of the Newton residence.

It seemed that when she got busy, she wouldn’t dwell on the things that made her unhappy.

After squeezing onto the subway and rushing for the bus, she finally managed to clock in for work before nine.

Whitney arrived at her desk, panting heavily. Suddenly, she realized that with Charles gone now, there was no one to assign her tasks.

Her position was Charles’ personal assistant, a role distinct from other assistants.

Getting up, she went to Charles’ office. As usual, she watered the plants in the office and tidied up the things on his desk.

There were still open files on his desk, which could prove that his departure was abrupt, as Charles had always been a person who loved to organize and tidy up

top floor. Seeing

also started to

early today? It seems like I haven’t seen Mr Newton since he left work yesterday”

is never short of women, let alone capable ones. For someone like

their discussions, Whitney paused slightly, her spirits

pass very quickly, and I’m not confident that I can make Charles fall in love with me within this period. Even if we become strangers in the future, I won’t blame him. I will only blame myself for not being capable enough to stand by his side.

a long time, Whitney realized that aside from the Newton residence, she surprisingly had nowhere else

returned, she happened to run into Jasmine having her

Jasmine quickly greeted her warmly. “Whitney, you’re back! Is work not too busy? Come and join us for a meal. Today, I asked the kitchen to prepare your favorite food…”

if she hadn’t seen

sighed softly. “Ah. better hurry back. Otherwise, Whitney might just fall ill from missing you too much.”

blankly at her desk, which

bed, Charles would read for

up the book on top and started reading.

a few pages, she

with many things she couldn’t understand, a plethora of peculiar symbols, and even a host

“This…”

the pages of another book.

imagined that reality could be so hard to accept.

gap would

really are

the finance book with

at home for three days, waiting every day for news from Charles. But no news came af

words, and even if she was worried,

Knock Knock Knock!

sound of knocking echoed Jasmine asked, “Whitney, are you okay? Would you like to go out and clear your mind? I know a fun place. Why don’t I take you

three days, Whitney had done nothing but lock herself in her room, only coming out to eat. She didn’t talk to anyone, and Jasmine was genuinely worried that

Squeak.

inside, and Whitney managed to squeeze out a smile. “I’m fine, Jasmine. I’ll go for

in that state, how could Jasmine not

out for some fun. It’ll be