Breaking Free from the Ex-Husband

Chapter111

Zayden smirked, nodded slightly, and continued to eat breakfast with his head down.

Heriberto stared at him and suddenly asked, “Does Mr. Knighton know my wife? Oh, no, my ex–wife.”

Zayden heard that, smirked, put down his knife and fork again, and leaned back comfortably in his chair.

He looked up at Heriberto, with a smirk, “Where did Mr. Hale start with that?”

“I remember 10 years ago at Marie’s funeral, your father Sir Knighton came to pay his respects and comforted my ex–wife, who was just a child at the time.”

Heriberto kept staring at Zayden without blinking.

From his words and the way he was staring at him, Zayden was sure that Heriberto had guessed something.

He probably already knew that Iris’s disappearance was related to him and his father.

“Heh!” he suddenly chuckled, “Yeah, sure do.”

He admitted it gracefully.

He just wanted Heriberto to have a taste of it, to feel torn apart inside, unable to stand him but unable to get rid of him, and feeling helpless.

Let Heriberto torture himself.

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Heriberto stared at his face with a malicious smile, and a hint of sharpness suddenly appeared in his eyes.

“Heriberto, you were sitting here all along!”

a sweet and gentle

head, and saw Katrina standing next to him with breakfast

what a coincidence, Mr. Knighton is here too.” Katrina went to see

“That’s really clever!”

slightly, wiped his mouth with a napkin, and then stood up, “You guys enjoy your meal, I’ll take

soon as the words were spoken, without waiting for Heriberto to say

quickly finished his

Heriberto’s face immediately darkened.

just about to sit down, but Heriberto stood up and said in a deep voice, “I’m full too, Ms. Powell, enjoy your

plate clearly

that, he also wanted

“Hey, Heriberto.”

“Hey, Heriberto.”

and said, “You haven’t eaten

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I can’t finish it by

look at the toast on her

cold uncontrollably, but he didn’t say a

she arrived, everyone left, leaving her standing awkwardly by the table, without even having had a chance to sit

neglect and rejection ever

hanging by her side gradually clenched into a fist, her exquisite nails deeply embedded in

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restaurant, he didn’t go back to his room upstairs, instead he

the car left the hotel,

out that it was me and

after the

the phone just gave a

last night that Heriberto stayed at the same hotel as you, I knew he would figure it

have you guys officially met this morning

Aguilera’s funeral and even comforted you