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

the top floor.

also started to discuss.

leave so early today? It

knows? A remarkable man like Mr. Newton is never short of women, let alone capable

their discussions, Whitney paused slightly, her spirits sinking.

to fight alone. A year can 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

wandering around for a long time, Whitney realized that aside from the Newton residence,

she happened to run

not too busy? Come and join us for a meal. Today, I asked the kitchen to prepare your favorite food…”

could finish her sentence, Whitney acted as if she hadn’t seen Jasmine

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

sat blankly at her desk, which was

before bed, Charles would

picked up the book on

reading a few pages, she gave

with many things she couldn’t understand, a plethora

“This…”

pages of another book. Yet, the other books were as

had never imagined that reality could be so

of the differences between them, she never imagined that the gap would be so vast. It

really are from

book with a desolate expression, remaining silent.

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

remembered his 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

the past 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 something might happen

Squeak.

Jasmine. I’ll go

in that state, how could Jasmine

you out for some fun. It’ll be