Return, My Love: Wooing the Neglected Ex-Wife

Chapter 833:

“Make sure to apologize properly.”

“Why should I?”

Michael’s eyes hardened. “Does my word not count?”

Fiona, swallowing her pride and resentment, reluctantly muttered, “Fine.”

After they left, Fannie turned to Dulce. “Didn’t I tell you? Stop chasing after someone who isn’t right for you.”

Bobby, observing the exchange with a smirk, chimed in, “I think they make a perfect pair. Michael could find a stand-in for Lacey.”

Fannie playfully jabbed Bobby in the ribs, and he gasped dramatically, clutching his chest.

A stand-in? Dulce couldn’t help but let out a bitter laugh. Who wanted to be a mere substitute for someone else?

She quickly straightened up, shaking off the moment of frustration, and linked her arm with Fannie’s, forcing a carefree smile. “Let’s go. We can’t leave them waiting!”noveldrama

“Where to?”

“To accept Fiona’s apology, of course! And then we’re out of here!”

Fannie, who had known Dulce for years, could see right through her act. The harder Dulce smiled, the more obvious it became that she was on the verge of breaking down. The three of them walked back to the terrace, where Fiona stood, ready to apologize in front of the crowd.

Dulce knew it was all for show, but she couldn’t let it ruin the atmosphere for everyone else.

“It’s fine,” Dulce said with practiced indifference, offering Fiona a polite smile.

“Let’s just move on.”

Dulce truly understood Fiona’s frustration.

The wine spilled on her was just a consequence of her own stubbornness.

Not long after, Dulce excused herself from the gathering.

Fannie offered to accompany her, but Dulce shook her head. “Fannie, I just need some time alone.”

Dulce left alone, stepping into the quiet, dim-lit streets of the residential area. The evening air was cool, and she took her time, walking slowly toward the neighborhood entrance.

To her surprise, she spotted a familiar car parked by the gate—Jett’s car.

Dulce’s eyes welled up with unshed tears.

Jett noticed her standing there and quickly got out of the car, his face as stern as ever. “Made a fool of yourself again? Why’d you change clothes?”

“Don’t ask.”

“You came out here alone? What did I tell you before? You don’t belong with them.” Dulce’s chest tightened with a mix of gratitude and grievance. “Jett, can’t you just comfort me a little?”

“Comfort you for what?” Jett responded, clearly frustrated. “When I broke up with Fifi, you sided with her. Now it’s your turn.”

“That’s different!”

The words broke free, and Dulce burst into tears, her hand covering her face as she stood there like a child who’d lost her way.

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