Return, My Love: Wooing the Neglected Ex-Wife

Chapter 679:

Just as the atmosphere seemed perfect, Jett’s phone buzzed. Two photos appeared on the screen. They were from Bobby.

The pictures showed Bobby entering and leaving Fannie’s room the night before, his clothes visibly disheveled, as though he had intentionally staged it for the world to see.

The two photos were incendiary, clearly designed to stir trouble. Jett braced himself, fully aware of the precariousness of his new relationship with Fannie and the fragile trust they had begun to build.

“Fifi, can you explain?”

Fannie, equally shocked upon seeing the photos and realizing they were sent by Bobby, quickly pieced things together. The images had clearly been orchestrated by him to create drama.

“That day, he barged into my room,” she began, the memory causing her discomfort.

Jett maintained his calm exterior but pressed for clarity. “Did he touch you?”

Struggling to explain without upsetting Jett further, Fannie replied cautiously, “Jett, it’s okay. I’ve already rejected him.”

“So, your way of dealing with this was to keep me in the dark? To have secretive, intimate meetings with him?”

Fannie hated the insinuation as much as she hated the situation itself. Bobby’s persistent intrusions troubled her deeply, and she felt a wave of guilt for not disclosing everything to Jett.

“I’m sorry, Jett. Nothing happened between us, I promise. Please, don’t overthink it.”

Jett felt a hollow pit form in his stomach. The mere thought of Bobby being close to Fannie tainted his perception, as if his most treasured bond had been violated. He felt sidelined, forever a step behind Bobby in securing Fannie’s undivided loyalty.

Jett recognized that Bobby’s tactical move with the photos had indeed hit its mark, leaving him profoundly unsettled.

He abruptly stood up, the candlelight on the table casting long shadows across his face.

“Where are you going?”noveldrama

“To a place where no one can make me angry.”

Fannie watched helplessly as Jett walked away, his back to her, not once glancing back. She took a hesitant step forward, her heart heavy with the realization that no amount of explanation, apology, or pleading could erase the seed of doubt Bobby had planted in Jett’s mind.

Perhaps, she mused, she and Jett were never meant to be. Picking up her phone, she dialed Dulce.

“Dulce, can you tell your brother I’m sorry?”

“What happened? Did you two have another argument?” Dulce’s voice was laced with concern. It was Fannie’s first real relationship, and the emotional toll was more than she had ever anticipated.

Dulce’s question was the straw that broke the camel’s back. Tears began to stream down Fannie’s face.

“I just think Jett and I aren’t right for each other. Maybe it’s best if we end things.”

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