Return, My Love: Wooing the Neglected Ex-Wife

Chapter 1131:

Michael, overhearing, couldn’t resist chiming in. “Really, Bobby? That’s quite the claim.”

Dulce just shook her head with a silent chuckle at Michael’s comment. The chatter at the back was so boisterous it nearly drowned out the quiet weeping of Joelle and Adrian at the front. “Our little girl is really getting married.”

“I know,” Adrian replied, covering his eyes as he wept. “Aurora is married now, and soon Molly will leave us too.”

Joelle touched his arm soothingly. “Children grow and forge their own paths, but remember, I’m here with you, always and forever.”

Adrian, overcome with emotion, couldn’t find the words. Instead, his grip on Joelle’s hand tightened, silently affirming the strength of their enduring bond.

Together, they reflected on a shared life filled with love, grateful for the journey and the moments yet to come.

The end.

Sariah’s mother wielded considerable influence in the entertainment industry, with the power to shift the tides of careers with a mere whisper. From an early age, Sariah had understood the world’s fascination with beauty—lush gardens, azure skies, striking men, and elegant women.

One sunny afternoon during her senior year, while buried in SAT prep, she succumbed to fatigue. Her thoughts drifted as sunlight spilled over her.

After grinding through four practice tests, exhaustion claimed her, and she shifted for a more comfortable nap.

“Hi.”

Kalel dropped beside her, his gaze not on the landscape outside the window like hers had been, but rather on her.noveldrama

𝖙𝖗𝖚𝖊 𝖘𝖈𝖗𝖎𝖕𝖙 𝖋𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖉 𝖆𝖙: gⱯ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀ꞏⅽ𝗈𝗺

Startled awake, Sariah found a scrap of paper clinging to her face. She peeled it off, puzzled. “What brings you here?”

“Still groggy? Weren’t you the one who wanted last year’s top SAT scorer’s notes?”

“That’s right,” she replied, blinking away the sleep. “Do you have them?”

Kalel paused, a smirk playing on his lips. “I’ve got both the copy and the original. Different prices for each. Which do you need?”

“Kalel, when did you become such a capitalist?”

He chuckled, ruffling her hair with a paternal gesture. “Come on, business is business, family or not. So, which is it going to be?”

“Give me the original, obviously.”

Kalel deftly produced the study notes he had secured from the valedictorian for $50,000. “I’m giving you a friend’s discount—only $800.”

“Really? That’s it?” Sariah was surprised.

“He’s a good friend, so he cut me a deal.”

Seeing such a bargain, Sariah quickly handed over the money.

“Let me know if you need more help in the future,” he offered.

“Sure.” As Sariah started reviewing the notes, she realized Kalel was still hanging around. “You’re not leaving? Aren’t your parents preparing you to take over the business? How do you find the time to sell notes? I thought you quit that after middle school.”

Kalel chuckled. “There’s no small money in business! Just because I earn $300,000 a day doesn’t mean I’d ignore your $800.”

Sariah always thought of him as the ultimate penny-pincher, no matter how smooth-spoken he tried to sound.

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