The unwanted wife’s unexpected comeback

Chapter 1142:

Kailyn Schultz watched Laney from across the table, concern etching her features as she noticed Laney’s untouched plate. “We need to maintain our figures, but that doesn’t mean skipping meals entirely,” she said softly. “Don’t push yourself too hard, Laney.”

Thinking of next month’s competition, Laney felt even more dejected. “I have no appetite.”

Kailyn asked, “What’s wrong? You’ve been in another world these past few days. Are you feeling unwell?”

Laney shook her head. Her heart ached from Cliff’s harsh words, made worse by his stubborn silence—no apology, not even a simple greeting. The weight of her feelings finally spilled over. Laney ventured softly, “I have a friend, who’s in love with her brother but can’t be with him. What should she do?”noveldrama

Kailyn’s eyes widened. “You like your brother?”

“No, no!” Laney waved her hands frantically. “It’s just a friend of mine.”

Already seeing through her excuse, Kailyn frowned. “Biological siblings? That’s not good, Laney.”

Laney quickly clarified, “Not biological. She’s adopted.”

With a knowing glance, Kailyn rested her chin on her palm, studying Laney’s flushed face. “So, what do you want to do? Give up on him or try to win him over?”

Laney continued to deny, “It’s not me, it’s my friend.” Her voice gradually trailed off.

Laney cleared her throat, pushing around the food on her plate. “If it’s about winning him over… any good ideas?”

Kailyn, blessed with both privilege and a colorful dating history, carried none of Laney’s reservations. “The best way is to just go for it,” she declared with absolute conviction. “Who cares if he likes it or not? Enjoy it first.”

A ghost of a smile flickered across Laney’s lips, quickly fading into melancholy. “He doesn’t like my friend’s type,” she murmured.

“What type is your friend?” Kailyn prodded gently, her eyes knowing.

“Round face, loves to eat and sleep, not very bright, cries too easily, dresses like a schoolgirl,” Laney admitted with a self-deprecating smile. “You do have a good sense of self-awareness,” Kailyn muttered to herself.

“Has he ever mentioned his type?” Kailyn probed gently.

“Definitely the opposite of my friend,” Laney’s voice dropped to a whisper. “A mature woman, perhaps.” The image materialized in her mind unbidden—sleek black stockings, stiletto heels, cascading waves of hair, and blood-red lips—a perfect complement to Cliff’s commanding military presence.

“Then maybe it’s time for a makeover. See if that catches his eye. If not, he’s just not into you. Don’t waste time pining—there are plenty of men in the world,” Kailyn suggested.

Laney’s eyes fell to her plate, her heart sinking further.

The afternoon rehearsal found Laney spinning listlessly across the stage, her movements lacking their usual grace.

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