Return, My Love: Wooing the Neglected Ex-Wife - Chapter 725

Chapter 725:

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Bobby pulled his car keys from his pocket, the metallic clink punctuating his frustration. Starting the car, he spoke with barely veiled annoyance. “Illerith is huge, and yet he ends up in the same building as Fannie? Coincidence? I don’t think so. What do you think he’s up to?”

He tightened his grip on the steering wheel as the facts lined up too neatly. Mayer had just returned to the country, and every top talent agency was fighting to sign him. Yet, for some reason, he’d chosen Fannie’s small, unremarkable company. It didn’t add up.

Bobby’s jaw clenched as a bitter thought hit him. While he’d been focused on dealing with Jett, some fresh-faced kid was already circling, ready to swoop in.

“Judie, I’ve got a task for you.”

Judie straightened in her seat, her eyes lighting up with intrigue. She already had a hunch about what was coming. “So, how much are you paying me this time?”

“As long as you get the job done, name your price.”

“Okay!”

The car disappeared into the vast night.

The next day, Fannie dressed with care, went to her parents’ place first, and then went with them to visit the Lee family.

On the drive over, her mother’s face radiated joy. “Fannie, once everything is settled with Jett, your father and I can finally rest easy.”

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Fannie gazed out the window, the scenery blurring as she wrestled with her thoughts. Though she hated to shatter her parents’ optimism, she knew it was better to address the truth now than let it unravel awkwardly later. “Mom, I’m not marrying Jett.”

Kaya’s smile froze. “What kind of joke is this? If you’re not getting married, why are we on our way to visit the Lee family?”

“I’m breaking up with Jett.”

“Why are you creating problems for no reason?”

Fannie reached into her bag and handed her phone over. Sometimes, once the first crack appears, the rest crumbles with little effort. She had hired a private investigator, who had uncovered Selma’s past activities and captured damning evidence of Jett and Selma entering a hotel together. Her investigation also extended to the kidnapping Bobby had mentioned the day before.

Even with the evidence glaring back at her, her mother’s disbelief was unshaken. “This is all nonsense. You’re doubting Jett over a few fabricated photos?”

Fannie bit back her anger, her patience wearing thin. “Mom, what if I told you I heard him and Selma making love?” Even as much as Kaya liked Jett, she couldn’t completely brush off her daughter’s words. “Are you serious?”

“Yes. I don’t intend to bring this up in front of Jett’s parents, though.”

Kaya’s face clouded with displeasure, torn between her daughter’s resolve and the crumbling marriage prospects she had so carefully envisioned. She couldn’t hide her disappointment in Jett for failing to live up to her expectations.

“Then why did you bring your father and me here? Do you expect us to endure this humiliation?”

“You won’t be humiliated. I just need you to stop pressuring me to marry Jett. Please, help me make this breakup dignified. That way, both families can save face, and we can put this behind us.” Although she was ending things with Jett, Fannie had no desire to lose Dulce as a friend. She had already spoken to Dulce before coming, explaining everything. Dulce, while supportive, had made it clear she couldn’t take a side when it came to family matters. She had found an excuse to avoid being present today.

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