The Charming Ex-Wife

Chapter 17 Don’t Take Me For A Fool

Lysander felt that while she had failed in love, she could succeed in her career. The report that had been tormenting her for over two months was finally completed after one all-nighter.

At five-thirty in the morning, Daphne called her. “Tmsetting off now. I should be there in about an hour.

Lysander was touched. “You didn’t have to leave so early; you could have set off around seven.”

Daphne sighed. “If I leave any later, I’ll get into rush hour traffic!”

“In that case, thank you. How about I treat you to a meal later?”

“Forget it. Why are we being so formal? Hurry up and pack. I hate waiting for people.”

Lysander didn’t have much to pack, just her phone charger and a few personal items. She had already prepared everything, and her backpack was sitting on the coffee table in the living room, ready to go. As she hadn’t planned on writing the report during this trip, she didn’t bring her laptop and had typed everything on her phone, which made her eyes sore.

With some time before Daphne arrived, she got up and went to the balcony. The morning in the mountains was cool, with a refreshing chill in the air that somehow felt invigorating. She took a few deep breaths as if she could exhale all the impurities from her body. While the luxury suite was nice with its wraparound balcony where guests could enjoy the mountain views, there was also a downside -there was a couple fighting upstairs.

It was quiet in the morning in the mountains, and standing on the terrace on the second floor, she could clearly hear the argument on the eighth floor. She knew it was the eighth floor because she was now very sensitive to Lysanne’s voice and was able to place it accurately with just a brief listen.

Lysanne seemed to be crying, and very sadly at that. “So, you don’t want me anymore. Is that it?”

“I’m already married.” Josiah’s voice sounded cold.

“But you love me.”

He was silent.

“Josiah, the woman you married has a name similar to mine. Dare you say it’s not because of me?”

Josiah chuckled and his words were even tinged with sarcasm. “Who are you asking me this question. as? A best friend?”

“Josiah, you’re blaming me.”

He sneered, the faint smell of tobacco lingering in the air as he lit another cigarette.

“It’s right for you to blame me; you’ve been so good to me since we were kids, and I was the one who let you down first, but now, I know I’m to blame, very grievously at that.”

was somewhat aggressive. “You’re

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“Josiah, can we stop

was silent once again.

let me take the initiative. I want to propose something to

to the rest. The words best friend were like a flimsy barrier; she had been waiting for so long, and today, it finally seemed to have been crossed. She turned back to her room and

for a while and not getting anything from Josiah, she

dresses do you think looks the best? Susan

looking at

have a wedding ceremony back then, it should be made up for

off for your honeymoon. Our family should give

felt slightly

invitation styles, box designs, and door gifts. Just let me know when you’re finished, and don’t worry about anything else. I’ll take

continued to vibrate as her mother-in-law sent a plethora of wedding supplies, even going so far as to

It was Josiah’s

down and made her way to the

his eyes slightly red

something to

“-yes.”

in, taking a seat in the living room and gesturing to the

glancing around the room and inquiring, “Why

was the first time Lysander had addressed him by his full name since their

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a few minutes, he finally managed it. “Let’s

responded promptly, a smile playing on her lips as if he had just mentioned something trivial.

“Aren’t you going

reason,” reminded Lysander. “Josiah, don’t treat me like

buried his face in his hands, exhaling heavily. “I’m sorry.”

“Congratulations,” she remarked.

“Congratulations on

finally fulfilling your wish after over twenty

return.”

along?” Josiah inquired, “Who told you?

told me, but it wasn’t difficult to figure out,” Lysander replied.

his pain. “I would’ve wanted to spend the rest of my life