You're Just My Ex-Husband,My Lord-Chapter 11- self righteous

Dave stood there, enraged that she had dared to bite him so rudely, but at the same time, as he watched her leave without looking back, a tinge of panic stirred in his chest.

He had always believed that she couldn’t live without him and their daughter. But after he had mentioned the possibility of fighting for custody, he had waited all day for her to soften, to say she wouldn’t divorce him.

But this time, her determination made him feel an inexplicable unease.

Ignoring the pain in his hand, he took large strides and caught up to her, blocking her path at the door. His tall figure easily shut off any escape route.

"Let’s talk!"

He furrowed his brow and looked at her.

Since proposing the divorce last night, and after his repeated ridicule and mockery, Laurent had no desire to speak with him. His arrogant stance, believing she couldn’t go through with the divorce, made her not even want to look at him.

"Talk to my lawyer."

She said this and tried to sidestep him to leave. But in the next moment, she felt a tight grip around her waist, and before she knew it, he had lifted her off the ground, throwing her over his shoulder.

She was terrified, her face paling as she struggled desperately.

"What are you doing?! Put me down!"

He completely ignored her, carrying her up the stairs with large strides. They had their own bedroom and living area in Burg Eltz, and Dave’s destination was there.

Laurent was half-draped over his shoulder, staring at the dizzying carpets below, feeling lightheaded. Frustrated, she dug her nails into his back and cursed loudly.

"Dave, you’re nothing but a despicable, rude barbarian!"

She had never been the picture of a lady, but over the years, in an effort to please him, she had tried hard to mold herself into a demure woman who smiled without showing her teeth and spoke softly.

Now that their masks had come off and a divorce was on the horizon, she had nothing left to care about.

"I’m rude?"

Dave, infuriated to the point of stomach pain, kicked open the door to their Bedroom and unceremoniously tossed her onto the bed. He raised his hand, showing her the deep bite marks on his palm.

"When you bit me just now, why didn’t you say you were the rude one?"

Laurent hurriedly climbed off the bed, glanced at his hand, and, feeling guilty, turned her head to the side, ignoring him.

She knew very well how hard she had bitten him just now. She had practically vented all her anger from the past few days into that one bite. How else could it have left such a deep mark?

This was the first time in all these years that she had acted so violently toward him. In the past, she had always been completely obedient to him, loving him deeply to the point of obsession. How could she have ever brought herself to hurt him?

There had been times when he got small injuries during site inspections, and she would feel so much sympathy for him.

But now, after biting him like that, she didn’t feel the slightest bit of sympathy. Instead, she felt a sense of relief.

Perhaps when you no longer have any expectations of someone, your mindset changes too. It feels like you don’t cherish them as much anymore.

"I never thought about getting back together or anything like that. It’s you who forced your own thoughts onto me."

His cold, deep voice broke the awkward silence between them, where neither of them spoke.

Laurent’s slender figure stiffened, then she turned to look at him. She hadn’t expected him to say something like this, as if he was trying to explain something.

She didn’t know when he had already taken off his suit jacket and loosened his tie. The well-fitted white shirt outlined his firm, lean physique, and he was staring at her with intense, steady eyes.

However, at this moment, no matter what he said, she found his words laughable.

"It’s not the fact that you want to get back together with her that’s upsetting, but the attitude you have when she says those things, that’s what hurts. If you never intended to get back together, why didn’t you just reject her immediately? Why didn’t you tell her that you have a wife and a child, that you need to be responsible for your family?"

"Your silence is the greatest indulgence and acceptance of her behavior!"

Her accusation was sharp and piercing.

He didn’t understand. He didn’t understand how much pain a woman feels when she needs a man’s defense the most, but all she gets is his continued silence. It hurts deeper than if they had just openly declared they were together.

She had always been someone who loved wholeheartedly when she loved, and didn’t love when she didn’t. She couldn’t stand his ambiguous silence between her and Clark.

So, with a firm yet aching heart, she declared,

"Even if you don’t get back together with her, I’m still divorcing. Because... you don’t have me in your heart."

She had once been naïve, thinking that if she loved him with all her heart, he would eventually be moved, and that he would come to love her. She believed they would be happy in the end.

That’s why she had relentlessly pursued him, clung to him, and vowed to make him fall in love with her. She even told him that even if he didn’t have her in his heart, she would still try to win a place in his heart, so that no one else could fit in.

Looking back, how foolish she had been.

All these years, she had worn herself out chasing after him.

Her resolute words made Dave’s gaze on her grow even darker. She met his eyes and, with a self-deprecating smile, asked him,

"Dave, do you love me?"

His figure stiffened, and he pressed his lips together without saying a word.

He answered her with silence.

He didn’t love her.

In that moment, Laurent finally gave up entirely. She tried hard to make her defeat look less disgraceful, striving to keep her emotions under control, to appear normal.

"You don’t love me. To you, I’m dispensable. If you truly loved someone, losing them would tear you apart."

"I think you know exactly what that feeling is like, just like when she broke up with you back then, and you drank yourself into a stupor on the street because it hurt so much—"

Before she could finish her sentence, Dave suddenly shouted, cutting her off.

"Laurent!"

Perhaps it was the way she exposed that past, so suddenly and mercilessly, that angered him. His usually deep eyes were now filled with resentment.

"Don’t act so self-righteous. Don’t make me give you a warning you won’t forget!"

It was a threat, a final warning, marking the end of their conversation.