The Charming Ex-Wife

Chapter 90 My Little One

After escorting Susan and Eleanor to their rooms to rest, Josiah returned to his own room.

Despite knowing that numerous guests had occupied this room in the past month, he couldn’t shake off the feeling of emptiness whenever he thought about Lysander’s previous stay here.

The realization that she had decided in this room to terminate the pregnancy and leave him forever made him feel suffocated.

He clutched the baby diary in his hands. It was a diary he had never laid eyes on before.

He had spent nearly three years by Lysander’s side, sharing meals and nights, yet he had never come across this notebook.

As darkness descended, his phone screen remained illuminated. Lysanne continued to make calls tirelessly, but he had already set his phone to silent.

Josiah couldn’t help but smile wryly; both had similar names, yet their personalities seemed worlds

apart.

While Lysander was gentle and mature, Lysanne was the complete opposite, displaying extreme behavior.

He couldn’t help but furrow his brow.

After over two decades of being together, he never expected Lysander’s true nature to be like this.

he had thought Lysander was simply more outgoing and assertive, so why was the

phone screen finally went black. It was out of

of relief, as if a weight had been

a deep breath, switched on the bedside lamp, and leaned

the first page, he was

you on a smooth

you to kind

the distant sunlight and bright lights

every corner of your future

To my

penmanship was exquisite, exuding a resilient

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My Little

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was often said that handwriting mirrored the individual, and she was a prime example-appearing gentle and charming, yet harboring immense inner

aspect had

next page, her words were tinged

I break the news to him? Formally or casually? I must

a page.

prompting him to inquire if my stomach ached. Haha, Mr. Guerra, at age 31,

you through my belly. Do you enjoy residing in Mommy’s abode? Despite it being a humble room,

on his birthday. You are the most precious gift bestowed upon me by the heavens, and I believe you’ll be the same for your

diary entries remained relatively ordinary. As a new mother, despite her extensive experience as an obstetrician

and anxiety-she had experienced the