The unwanted wife’s unexpected comeback

Chapter 1194:

Juliet laughed, climbed into the car, and stretched out comfortably. “Well then, let’s grab dinner before we head back. It shouldn’t take long.”

Cliff nodded in agreement and started the engine.

Juliet rested her head on her hand, casually asking, “Cliff, we both prefer capable partners. Have you ever considered grooming her?”

Cliff kept his eyes on the road. “I can manage the challenges alone. She isn’t cut out for this kind of difficulty.”

Cliff’s cutting words left Juliet speechless, her spirit crumbling like autumn leaves.

After that, there was no further conversation.

In a twist of quiet rebellion, Juliet chose the city’s most prestigious restaurant and its finest table, letting Cliff’s wallet bear the weight of her wounded pride.

Elsewhere, when Gerry arrived to collect Laney, the usual spark in her eyes had dimmed to embers. She pressed her forehead against the glass, watching the world blur past as Gerry navigated the street. Though Gerry painted vivid descriptions of tempting dishes, Laney’s heart wasn’t in it. She defaulted to his preferences, her appetite lost in the shadows of her thoughts.

“Cliff was busy with work,” Gerry tried to console her. “And he will only get busier, Laney. Better to accept it now than later.”

The truth in his words pierced through Laney’s defenses. Reality was a bitter pill to swallow. Work was just the beginning—soon there would be relationships, marriage, and the inevitable roles of husband and father. Like sand through her fingers, Cliff would slip away until nothing remained of their connection. The realization sat heavy in Laney’s chest. Words failed her, so she retreated into a fortress of silent nods.noveldrama

Gerry’s heart ached at her dejection, his frustration directed at Cliff. “I warned him about giving you false hope, but he turned a deaf ear.” The situation had spiraled beyond Cliff’s grasp.

Laney defended Cliff. “It’s me who clings to him, Gerry.”

Despite Cliff’s previous harsh attempts to create distance, like thorns meant to keep her at bay, Laney had refused to surrender. Time and again, she’d brushed off the hurt, continuing to cling to him with unwavering devotion, blind to the lessons life tried to teach.

“I know Cliff all too well.” Gerry’s words floated like whispers on the wind.

As the car crawled through traffic, Laney let the evening breeze caress her face, her mind adrift in a sea of memories.

The street pulsed with weekend energy, a river of humanity flowing through the commercial district.

A massive 3D display painted the night with dancing advertisements. The vibrant images demanded attention, a kaleidoscope of color and motion.

Laney’s gaze drifted upward to the fifth floor, where fate dealt its cruelest card—a familiar silhouette sharing an intimate dinner.

There was no mistaking Cliff’s presence. His aura commanded attention like a silver screen idol—tall, devastatingly handsome, with a profile that could launch a thousand sighs. Laney had memorized every angle of his face, each expression carefully tucked away in the chambers of her heart.

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