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

everything, Whitney took the elevator down from the top floor. Seeing her listless

also started to discuss.

Why did she leave so early today? It seems

knows? A remarkable man like Mr. Newton is never short of women, let alone capable ones. For someone like her to capture Mr.

hearing their discussions, Whitney paused slightly, her spirits sinking.

I can lend him a hand, and he won’t have to fight alone. A year can pass very quickly, and I’m not confident that I can make Charles

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

happened to run into Jasmine having her meal.

early, Jasmine quickly greeted her warmly. “Whitney, you’re back! Is work not too busy? Come and join us for a meal. Today,

sentence, Whitney acted as if she hadn’t

help but shake her head in resignation. She sighed softly. “Ah. better hurry back. Otherwise, Whitney might just fall ill from missing you too

to her room. Whitney sat blankly at her desk, which was filled with books that Charles had

before bed, Charles would read

the book on top and started reading.

a few pages,

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

“This…”

to give up, turning the pages of another book. Yet, the other books

that reality could be so hard

the differences between them, she never imagined that the gap would be so vast. It wasn’t something that a bit

are from

held the finance book with a desolate expression,

had been at home for three days, waiting every day for news from

was worried, she dared not to disturb him rashly

Knock Knock Knock!

sound of knocking echoed Jasmine asked, “Whitney, are you okay? Would you like to go out

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

Squeak.

I’ll go for a stroll in a bit. You go

in that state, how could Jasmine not

for some fun. It’ll be good to let