The unwanted wife’s unexpected comeback

Chapter 1141:

Cliff’s driver personally took Laney to the theater. Watching her through the rearview mirror with grandfatherly concern, the driver attempted to soothe her wounded heart. “Mr. Hopkins had quite a bit to drink today and isn’t fully himself. Don’t take his harsh words to heart. You know how he is—sharp tongue, soft heart.”

Silent tears traced paths down Laney’s cheeks. Deep down, she knew the driver spoke the truth. Cliff stood as the unwavering pillar of the Hopkins family, his kindness touching everyone around him. Even after discovering her feelings and deliberately maintaining his distance, he never once faltered in his responsibilities. But tonight, his words had cut too deep. Her pride and dignity lay in tatters, trampled beneath his thoughtless remarks.

Just then, Laney’s phone chimed, piercing the heavy silence. A bank transfer notification illuminated her screen, accompanied by Cliff’s message: “Here’s your allowance for this month. Let me know if you need more.”

Laney bit her lip. Her monthly expenses ran into hundreds of thousands, and the allowance Cliff gave her separately was around fifty thousand, just as generous as Madison’s. Despite Laney’s repeated protests about the sum unnecessarily exceeding her budget, Cliff brushed aside her concerns with casual indifference. Sometimes, as if to spite her, he’d increase the amount further.

In a surge of defiance, Laney returned the money without a word.

Cliff’s response came swiftly. “What’s the meaning of this?”

Laney wanted to say that she didn’t need his money. Yet, fearing he might get upset, she softened her reply. “I have a salary now. You don’t need to give me an allowance anymore.”

“A whopping eight thousand after tax a month?” Cliff’s sarcasm dripped through the text.

Laney stared at her screen, wordless. Even through the cold digital interface, she could perfectly envision his mocking expression. Her fingers jabbed at the screen with frustrated intensity, each tap aimed at his imagined face.noveldrama

The conversation died there, with Cliff maintaining his digital silence. As they pulled up to the theater, Laney stepped out, turning to thank the driver. After a moment’s hesitation, she added softly, “Could you please bring a remedy for hangovers for Cliff on your way back?”

The driver smiled warmly. “Of course, Miss Collins.”

For the next week, Laney avoided the Hopkins family estate entirely. Though she initially threw herself into rehearsals, determined to extinguish her feelings for Cliff, her resolve began to crack as the days wore on, her heart betraying her once again.

During lunch with friends, her fingers betrayed her once more, pulling up her chat history with Cliff before she could stop herself.

Scrolling through their chat history, a painful pattern emerged. Her countless messages were met only by his sparse replies. Yet, she had persisted, filling their digital silence with her words.

With each message Laney reread, anger bubbled up inside her, until she found herself biting down hard on her fork, the metal pressing against her teeth.

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