Return, My Love: Wooing the Neglected Ex-Wife

Chapter 843:

Neither of them spoke another word. Dulce and her friends walked away. The girl with the lollipop in her mouth, who didn’t seem any older than Dulce, waved at Fiona as she left, calling out, “Hope you sort this mess out soon.” Fiona’s heart clenched. It reminded her so much of Lacey.

Lacey had always taken care of her, keeping her sheltered and happy, and Fiona had believed that would never change. Now, surrounded by the noise of the bustling restaurant, Fiona clutched the napkin Dulce had given her, the crumpled tissue a small symbol of support.

Unable to hold back, she broke down, her shoulders shaking with silent sobs. A few days later, she arranged to meet Crowell to discuss the divorce. She called Michael. “Can you come with me?”

She hoped that with him by her side, Crowell wouldn’t dare cause a scene. When she had first mentioned leaving with nothing, she had been emotional, willing to pay any price to break free from Crowell. But as she reflected, she knew she couldn’t go through with the divorce feeling this weak, this pathetic.

She wanted Michael to support her.

But Michael declined.

“How many times has this happened? Every time I try to help, you run back to Crowell. Is this some kind of game to you?”

Fiona quickly defended herself. “Michael, I swear, this will be the last time!”

“I don’t have time for this. Find someone else to help you.” Before Fiona could say another word, he hung up.

Desperation set in as Fiona scrambled for anyone else to turn to. In the past, whenever she tried to divorce Crowell, she had caused such a scene that she ended up driving everyone away.

Now, she deeply regretted it. For a man like Crowell, she had lost everyone’s trust and support. With no other options, she met with Crowell alone.

His demeanor was different this time. “I spoke to my parents. The child belongs to the Hewitt family. After the divorce, you won’t get custody.”

“Crowell, you can’t just go back on your word!” Fiona exclaimed, her voice rising with frustration.

“It’s just custody. It doesn’t mean you won’t see the child. Besides, I’m offering you compensation. I’ve already given you half of my assets. Isn’t that enough?”

“What if you keep me from seeing the child once custody is granted? And if I hadn’t caught you cheating, I’d have never known about the money you’ve been secretly transferring. I can’t believe you’re this shameless. I’ve spent so many years with you, given you a son, and done everything I could. And this is how you repay me? Plotting against me like this? Marriage law isn’t a loophole for you to exploit!”

Fiona’s anger surged, her blood practically boiling in her veins. In her entire life, she had never been this furious, never felt such deep, searing injustice. She let her words pour out, a torrent of emotion unleashed all at once.

But Crowell, unsurprisingly, remained unfazed, as though he had prepared for this very moment. “There’s no other choice. If you don’t agree, I’ll just drag this divorce out. And I’ll even take on the debts. They’re joint debts, after all. In the end, you’ll owe a large sum of money—and forget about getting custody of our son.”

Fiona was so furious that she stood up abruptly, her hands clenched into fists, pressing hard against the table. She wanted to scream at Crowell, to tell him he was nothing but a scoundrel, but her breath came in ragged gasps, her heart pounding violently in her chest, leaving her unable to utter a single word. She trembled with rage, her body shaking uncontrollably as her glare bore into Crowell.

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