Submitting To My Billionaire Ex-Wife by Allison Mild

Chapter 200

It was a shame Anthony couldn’t see that.

She just wanted to keep pretending she was asleep.

Suddenly, Anthony’s phone rang.

Frustrated, she rolled over and returned to her side of the bed.

Anthony declined the call before sitting up.

Under the glow of a dim wall lamp, the room was filled with a light aroma of essential oils.

Anthony knew she was awake. He didn’t rush her.

It was better to learn the past from her than from others.

It would be objective and straightforward.

Genevieve turned and sat up, drawing her hair up casually. Some stray locks fell, making her look sleepy and

languid.

Her features were gentle and beautiful in the soft glow.

She simply sat in silence. After a long while, she sighed, and her shoulders started to tremble inadvertently.

Perhaps this was the breaking point for her. When she recalled a specific moment from the past, she no longer

wanted to contain her emotions.

Stunned, Anthony looked up to see her crying.

“Genevieve, why are you cryingenue

1. it. If you don’t want to tell me, then don’t,” he said.

It didn’t seem like Anthony had any experience consoling a woman. The confusing situation at hand sent him

into a panic.

He froze when his hand touched Genevieve’s face..

His hand was wet with her tears..

She wasn’t pretending.

Anthony’s heart sank.

The next second, Genevieve pushed him away, disgusted by his touch, and got up from the bed.

happened, can’t you? Just ask someone else. I feel no remorse for you. When my love for you was at its strongest, you dealt me a fatal blow. With your illegitimate child

life!”

tears at the thought of the unspoken child.

wrong time and place. There was

on everything with a

even want to act anymore. All she wanted

was suddenly hysterical.

Anthony immediately jumped down and hugged

have lost all of its

pang in

She wasn’t acting.

had brought on strong feelings of agreement and grief

Stop thinking about

I don’t want to be with you anymore.

hurting her by being too rough, Anthony let

her. “All right, I’ll leave. Don’t be angry,

forehead. He

hurt you,” he uttered.

door before it was slammed

didn’t believe his nonsense.

he lost his memory. She couldn’t possibly expect him to

memory.

its spots. She no longer held any

trembled as he stood outside the room, listening

chest, suffocating

there for quite a while before turning around and

bedroom was Goldie’s

and clothes were everywhere. It was leading a life of

had begun to

had kept him from falling asleep just

searched around the room but couldn’t find any allergy medication.

and ask him to bring up the prepared clothes and allergy

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was too concerned about her to leave

him out of the

reactions had taken

couldn’t claim innocence for everything he’d done.

had truly treated

nothing for her, why did he

sat on the couch in dismay, wide awake.

wasn’t coming out, Goldie moved

inspecting its territory and regarded Anthony as the object of

its shiny

showing off, as if to say, “Are you jealous of

times, even wanting to pee on him to mark its territory, Anthony couldn’t stand it

collar and tossed it into the storeroom