There He Is Again My Ex Husband by Emily Jenkins

Julian didn't expect that one day, his parents, who he had been supporting dutifully, had plotted against him in secret.
When he thought of how Yvonne had deliberately sat beside him at the dinner party and how the shoulder straps of her dress had suddenly been broken, he felt that he was a complete fool.
Hearing Julian's brief description, Ezra was also surprised. "I knew it was a little weird. | didn't expect it to be arranged by them deliberately."
Ezra had not known much about Yvonne and Heather before. It was what had happened recently that had him see through them.
Out of the instinctive sensitivity of businessmen, Ezra reminded Julian to investigate. It turned out that he was right.
Seeing Julian's sadness, Ezra patted him on the shoulder to comfort him. "Forget it. Don't be sad. In this world, there are parents who really love their children, and there are also parents who only care about themselves. You are not lucky enough to have such parents.”
"Join the club. My father is also a bastard.” There was no sadness in his tone except self-mockery.
He had long disregarded these so-called family ties, which were just a kind of backscratching veiled by consanguinity.
When the Cantillo family had exiled him and his mother abroad, no one had ever cared about them. Now that the current hostess of the Cantillo family could not have a son, she had to acknowledge him, who was an illegitimate child, as a member of the Cantillo family and rely on him to take over the family business.
He was nicely described by the Cantillo family as a lost son returning home, though in truth the family had no choice but to acknowledge him because they didn't want their family business to be taken over by outsiders.
Hearing Ezra's words, Julian sneered at himself. Then he drank up a glass of wine.
Yes, there were many kinds of people, but he was not lucky enough to have the parents who really loved the children.
If he had children in the future, he would never put them into such a painful and sad situation. He would definitely treat them as apples of his eye and give them the best things in the world, so that they could live in the happiest and most beautiful family.
At ten o'clock at night, after washing up, Emelia went to bed and got ready to sleep.
Her life had been tough these days, and she needed to have a good sleep and rest.

However, as soon as she lay down, the doorbell rang.
In confusion, Emelia put on her clothes and went downstairs.
Seeing Julian standing outside the door, she didn't know what to say.
Perhaps she should be glad that he did not enter through the window this time but seriously knocked on the door.
"It's so late, you-" After opening the door expressionlessly, she was about to ask him why he came at such a late hour, but Julian stepped forward and directly held her in his arms.
“Emelia, I feel terrible." He sounded sad and disappointed.
Emelia's first reaction was that he got sick again. "What's wrong? Do you have a fever again?"
Emelia could smell the strong stench of alcohol from him. She immediately said in a somewhat angry voice, "Julian, you haven't recovered from your cold yet, but you drank so much wine. You put yourself into this!"
As soon as Emelia finished speaking, she suddenly felt wet on her shoulder, and she froze there.
Julian was... Was he crying?
“Julian, are you..." For a moment, Emelia didn't know what to say, nor did she know how to describe her feelings.
She could feel that Julian was extremely depressed at the moment, so she did not drive him away. Instead, she said softly, “How about coming in first?"
It was awkward for them two to hug each other like this at the door. Emelia could only let him in first.
Hearing that, Julian let go of her and strode into her house.
Noticing the redness in his eyes, Emelia was indeed shocked.
How could Julian cry?
She thought that he was invincible and nothing could hurt him.
After entering, Julian sat down on the sofa in the living room. However, he raised his hand to cover his eyes and leaned against the back of the sofa. Emelia was not sure about his feeling at the moment. After closing the door, she poured a glass of warm water for him.
“Thank you." Julian took his hand and thanked Emelia in a low voice.
After a while, he seemed to have calmed down a lot. The tears in the corners of his eyes disappeared.
While he was drinking water, Emelia asked him in a low voice, "What's wrong?"
She always avoided caring about Julian, but he seemed to be really unwell tonight. Whether as a neighbor or an ordinary friend, or a business partner, she should care about him.
Julian didn't answer her question directly. Instead, he looked up at her and asked, “If one day I lose everything and I am not President of the Hughes Group, will you still love me?" Emelia was taken aback.
His question seemed to be a trap. He was President of the Hughes Group now, but she never said that she loved him.
Whether she loved him or not had nothing to do with whether he was President of the Hughes Group.