The unwanted wife’s unexpected comeback

Chapter 1195:

The irony twisted like a knife—his earlier words about being “too busy” echoed mockingly in Laney’s mind. Too busy to spare her a moment, too occupied even for a simple ride home. Yet there he sat, sharing intimate moments with another woman.

Hot tears clouded Laney’s vision, turning the scene before her into a watercolor of pain, the woman’s features mercifully blurred beyond recognition.

Through the haze, Laney could make out only the graceful movement of the woman’s hand covering her lips, her laughter floating down like delicate poison. The revelation hit hard—Cliff wasn’t the cold, distant figure he portrayed. He could bring joy and spark laughter—just not for her.

The bitterness rose like bile in Laney’s throat as she wrenched her gaze away, her heart splintering into countless pieces.

Gerry pulled into a parking spot, ready to suggest dinner, only to find silent tears streaming down Laney’s cheeks. Confusion flickered across his features.

The question died on his lips as his eyes traced her earlier line of sight, understanding dawning with crushing clarity. Gerry sighed, frustrated by Cliff’s influence on Laney.

missing a beat, Gerry restarted the engine. “I know a place that puts this restaurant to shame—more

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behind. “Gerry,” her voice barely a whisper, “I

or she might impulsively call Cliff. She didn’t want to

could no longer

knuckles whitened against the steering wheel. Cliff’s words echoed in his memory—explicit instructions to deny any connection with Juliet. Yet, the evidence painted a different picture—a private

them.” The setting hadn’t escaped Gerry’s notice. He intended to change the topic, but seeing the sorrow in Laney’s eyes, he felt compelled

“Juliet Foster.”

name struck like lightning through Laney’s

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fingers curled into tight fists, nails biting into her palms. “He is interested,”