Return, My Love: Wooing the Neglected Ex-Wife - Chapter 710

Chapter 710:

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“Doesn’t this add a bit of excitement?”

Jett caught her hand.

“I need to find Fifi. Whatever you want to say, make it quick.”

“Jett, how can you be so cold? Don’t you remember? While she was involved with Bobby, I was the one sharing drinks with you, listening to you.”

“I’ve explained before—that night was a mistake. It happened because of too much alcohol. You know Fannie means more to me than anyone.”

“I understand,” Selma said softly, drawing closer to him. She wrapped her arms around him, pressing her cheek against his chest. “I may not be Fannie, but I’m here when you’re down. Use me to get through this. I promise, it’ll stay between us. Let me help you cope. Whatever happens, I won’t hold it against you, as long as it brings you peace.”

Jett looked at Selma, his expression conflicted.

“Fifi has always treated you well. Is this really fair?”

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“Jett, sometimes the heart doesn’t follow reason. Yes, I owe Fannie, but hasn’t she hurt you too? Jett…”

Jett fell silent, his gaze distant. The only sound in the room was the subtle rustling of fabric.

A sharp cry from Selma broke the silence, and Jett scowled.

“Quiet down.”

“You’re hurting me.”

“That’s what you wanted.”

The sound of them making love filled the restroom.

Fannie stood frozen, struggling to block out the noises. She had always believed Jett to be different from other men—men who were often labeled untrustworthy. But now, her trust in him was shattering.

What infuriated her even more was the realization that these two people she had trusted were having sex right in front of her, making her feel like a fool.

Bobby, with a smirk on his face, typed something on his phone before showing it to Fannie.

“We should do the same. We can’t let them win.”

Fannie’s fury bubbled up, but she could only manage a glare at Bobby, her insides churning with rage.

Despite her better judgment telling her to leave, the sounds of Jett and Selma’s intimacy grated on her nerves, each second intensifying the anguish in her heart.

Fannie and Bobby endured about ten minutes of their tense encounter. As Jett prepared to leave, Fannie suddenly whirled around and stomped on Bobby’s foot.

“Ow!” Bobby winced, as if her high heel had shattered his bones. His glare bore into her, a silent challenge. He seemed to imply that, since Jett had betrayed her, maybe it was time for her to confront him instead.

From the next stall, Selma, still flushed with the afterglow, paused and asked, “Is someone there?”

Jett froze, his mind racing. Why did that voice sound so familiar?

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