The unwanted wife’s unexpected comeback

Chapter 1300:

“I can’t stand Cliff. He’s the absolute worst!”

A blush crept across Laney’s cheeks.

“You’re making that up.”

At the racetrack, Laney and Kailyn found Merrick already suited up in his gear, striking poses like a peacock in full display.

“How do I look?” he preened.

“Amazing,” Laney mumbled, her attention fixed on her phone screen.

“You didn’t even look!” Merrick huffed.

Laney’s fingers flew across the keyboard as she typed a message to Cliff.

“Are you on your way?”

Silence greeted her message. Anxiety gnawed at her insides. The familiar fear that he was deceiving her again took root, much like before when he’d gotten what he wanted and cast her aside. That fear soon morphed into anger, coursing through her veins until she switched off her phone in frustration.

As Merrick continued his theatrical display of charm, Laney’s gaze drifted past him, her eyes catching a figure in the crowd. A man stood there, his eyes locked on them—no, more specifically on Merrick. And there was nothing friendly about that stare.

The mysterious man vanished into the crowd the moment he locked eyes with Laney.

Before Laney could process what she’d just witnessed, a ripple of excitement spread through the spectators. Her attention snapped to its source—a sleek black sports car, with Cliff at the wheel. Through the lowered windows, his sculpted features were outlined sharply against the overcast sky. Her heart pounded in her chest, threatening to burst.

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Cliff’s mere presence shifted the atmosphere. His magnetic appeal and aristocratic bearing drew all eyes, yet he remained perfectly composed, his intense gaze seeking out only Laney in the crowd.

“Since when does Cliff race?” Merrick’s jaw dropped.

“This is news to me.”

Kailyn jabbed Laney’s ribs playfully.noveldrama

“Look who showed up for you.”

Jolted from her trance, Laney felt heat creep up her neck.

“I noticed,” she said, her voice soft.

“Oh, really?” Kailyn teased.

“He hasn’t taken his eyes off you since he arrived.”

“Stop it,” Laney whispered shyly.

“There are too many people around. It’s embarrassing.”

“Oh, come on! You’re beaming like a lighthouse.”

As they bantered, Cliff had already emerged from his car and was walking toward them. The racing suit he wore only emphasized his commanding presence, every inch the professional driver.

Unable to contain herself any longer, Laney crossed the distance between them.

Cliff drew her into his arms.

Ignoring the onlookers, Laney buried her face in his chest.

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