Return, My Love: Wooing the Neglected Ex-Wife

Chapter 893:

Dulce’s hands cradled Michael’s head, their inexperience fueling a raw passion.

Taking a deep, alcohol-laden breath, Michael’s voice wavered with a tinge of desperation. “Don’t go.”

Her fingers threaded through his hair, Dulce assured him, “I’m not leaving. I won’t.”

With a swift motion, Michael rolled, pinning Dulce beneath him, his lips finding every inch of her skin, nibbling gently. Gazing up at the lofty ceiling, Dulce felt tears threaten.noveldrama

Why had she decided to study overseas? Couldn’t she just bear the accusation and indulge with Michael on this rainy night?

Michael wouldn’t need to fret over betraying Lacey, and they could disregard their parents or anyone else.

They could stay like this forever, letting the night swallow them whole. What a delightful thought.

Harsh sunlight pierced through the window. Dulce and Michael were sprawled on the carpet, a blanket haphazardly thrown over their waists. Their skin was chilled by the morning breeze, prompting Dulce to tuck her legs in.

She cast a final glance at Michael, who remained lost in slumber.

With silent grace, she dressed and slipped away from the house.

As the door closed, Michael’s eyes fluttered open, tears streaming down quietly. The sunlight caught in his tears, casting prisms around the room.

On the coffee table, a letter from Dulce lay unfolded.

“Good morning, Michael! I’m sorry, but by the time you read this, I will have already departed. I don’t know if Fiona ever mentioned it, but my affection for you was merely a fleeting fancy, something light-hearted. I do have a fondness for you, but it pales in comparison to my aspirations, my family, my friends, and my career. Or perhaps ‘fondness’ isn’t quite the right term. Watching you on TV for the first time, I felt a strange pang of heartache I couldn’t understand. Watching you smoke alone in the quiet of the night deepened that feeling. It took time, but I eventually understood—this wasn’t love. The bond between you and Lacey, the love you shared—that’s the real deal. And I can’t be the one who stays by your side until life’s curtain falls.

Michael, I don’t want this farewell to be drenched in sorrow, but the moments spent with you were blissful, and I’ll cherish them forever.

I’m heading overseas to study for a while. If you’re still single when I return, perhaps I’ll consider a future with you. But for now, I’m giving you space to sort out your past. Please, don’t seek me out until you’ve done so! Goodbye. Wishing you serenity and joy.

Dulce.”

Three years into Dulce’s overseas stay, Michael resolved to join her, braving the challenges of initiating a long-distance relationship at his age.

Every Friday, he would fly out, prepare a meal for Dulce, and fly back home.

Bobby often joked about Michael’s efforts, mocking him for traveling so far just to play the role of a chef, accusing him of compromising his pride.

At the time, Bobby was clad in a new apron Fannie had purchased, cradling their infant daughter. Upon Fannie’s slightest command, he would scurry to attend to her needs.

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