The unwanted wife’s unexpected comeback

Chapter 1389

Chapter 1389:

Roscoe wisely held his tongue.

After what felt like an eternity, Scarlette finally released Roscoe’s hand. The tears she’d been fighting broke free as she attempted to wipe them away with trembling fingers, her quiet sobs breaking the silence. Roscoe wordlessly offered her a tissue before guiding her to the entrance, where Caden and Alicia waited.

Scarlette clutched her mother’s hand like a lifeline as they stepped inside, trying desperately to maintain her composure. But Alicia saw right through the brave front, and mother and daughter shared a knowing silence.

After bidding Roscoe farewell, Caden entered the living room and took a seat across from his daughter. “Scarlette, look up,” he said sternly.

Scarlette drew a shaky breath and met her father’s gaze, unaware of how her red-rimmed eyes betrayed her emotions. The smile she attempted twisted into something more akin to pain.

Caden knew without a doubt—Kenji had been there. He was taken aback, not just by Kenji’s stubborn pride in leaving without a word, but by how deeply it had affected his daughter, who shed silent tears without exchanging even a single syllable with Kenji.

“Let the tears flow,” Caden said gently. “Sometimes a good cry is the compass that points your thoughts in the right direction.”

tears on him? He’s nothing but

her transparent denial. His next words fell like heavy stones into still water. “As long as I draw breath, you and Kenji will

the door

shared a

Reed is here,”

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rubbed her daughter’s back soothingly before dismissing the housekeeper with a quiet, “Go about your business.” The housekeeper nodded

she looked at her mother, words

“It’s time for dinner.” Scarlette didn’t dare

March’s arrival, winter’s grip lingered stubbornly, with temperatures plummeting to mere

lay in bed, restless thoughts circling like moths around a flame—all of them centered on Kenji standing outside. Was he still out there? No, surely not. He wouldn’t subject

on a coat and eased her bedroom door open with the

forcing a weak smile.