You're Just My Ex-Husband,My Lord-Chapter 179- Dave, I’m begging you

The voice on the phone was clear and smooth, nothing like the rough, violent tone of the man who had been calling Maggie. But... that man had insisted his name was Bert.

It was obvious that the Bert on the other end of the call had picked up on the situation. He let out another laugh—this time, full of gloating amusement.

"Since your misery is entertaining me so much, I suppose I’ll do you the favor of revealing a little secret."

His tone was light, mocking, and cutting.

"Clark was never mentally ill, Dave. She played you. She came back from my place, perfectly sane, and went straight into your arms."

Bert laughed, self-satisfied, as though savoring every word.

"Oh, and all those cheating scandals about you? She leaked them herself. I’ve done that sort of thing once before—couldn’t be bothered to do it a second time. Now she’s pinned this mess on me again. But we both know why, don’t we?"

It was clear. Clark’s repeated attempts to frame Bert were nothing more than a ploy to stoke conflict between him and Dave—while she sat back and reaped the benefits.

As Bert’s words sank in, Dave’s expression darkened with every passing second.

The worst blow came when Bert stated, so casually, that Clark had never been mentally ill. Dave thought back to when she first returned, how he’d pitied her, protected her, and, above all, how his misplaced compassion had cost him his marriage to Laurent.

And all of it... had been an act.

The realization hit like a punch to the gut. The girl he’d once thought pure and idealistic had become a venomous, scheming woman—one who’d stopped at nothing to destroy his family and hurt the people he loved.

A surge of rage overwhelmed him, rising so fast and violently that his vision blurred. For a brief moment, Dave thought he might actually pass out from sheer fury.

Meanwhile, Bert, thoroughly enjoying himself, gave one last cruel laugh.

"Well then, I wish you all a delightful day."

With that, he hung up, leaving the room thick with anger and disbelief—everyone burning with rage at the truth they had just uncovered.

Daniel glared at Dave, eyes blazing with fury.

"You’ve spent years hating me for not letting you be with Clark back then. But now? Looks like you should be thanking me. If you’d ended up with her, you wouldn’t even know how you died."

Dave’s first instinct was to glance at Laurent, but all he saw on her face was cold indifference and biting sarcasm.

The tension in the room thickened until the officer beside Dave cut through their tangled history with a level, authoritative voice.

"Right now, it seems clear Clark orchestrated all of this from behind the scenes. But we don’t have a shred of evidence."

Despite Bert’s revealing phone call and Maggie’s confession, one thing was obvious: the "Bert" who had been directing Maggie was never the real Bert.

Someone had deliberately used his name to mislead Maggie, setting him up to take the fall.

As for the fake Bert who’d been in contact with Maggie, the number was already a dead end. The police had traced it to a burner phone—bought on the black market, passed through countless hands, and almost certainly discarded after the job was done. That lead was cold.

And throughout the entire ordeal, the only point of contact for Maggie had been this fake Bert. Clark had never directly surfaced in any of it. So, even though everyone in the room was absolutely certain she was behind it all, there was nothing they could do.

No evidence, no case.

Dave’s expression darkened, every muscle in his face drawn tight with rage.

"If she wants to die so badly, I’ll make sure she gets her wish."

The officer let out a weary sigh, as though he’d seen this kind of raw vengeance before.

"Calm down," he said quietly, though there was an edge of warning in his voice.

Then, he turned his gaze to Maggie, who was sitting on the floor.

"Sorry, little girl, but if you can’t provide any evidence to prove your innocence, then you’ll have to take responsibility for this."

With that, he stepped forward, grabbed Maggie by the arm, and dragged her toward the door. Outside, two plainclothes officers were waiting. Hearing the commotion, they came in and took both Maggie and the two men away.

Maggie cried out, her voice torn with desperation.

"I’m innocent! I’m innocent! Officer, please, let me go! I know I was wrong—I swear I’ll change! Please, I’ll change!"

But what use was admitting her mistake now? She had broken the law. A simple apology couldn’t undo that.

Maggie clung desperately to the doorframe of the hospital room, refusing to leave. She turned back toward Laurent, her eyes pleading.

"Laurent, please! Please save me! I don’t want to go to jail! I never really wanted to hurt you or your daughter. It was Clark—it was that Clark! She kept whispering in my ear about how awful you were, how if it weren’t for you, I would have been the one going to the expo this time. She kept stirring up my hatred, over and over, until I couldn’t help but resent you more and more!"

Laurent listened to Maggie’s desperate plea, her face unmoved, as cold and hard as forged steel.

Her heart had never been this resolute. Not out of cruelty, but because this time, Maggie had tried to harm her daughter. And her father had suffered so much because of it.

She had seen it clearly—while everyone had been discussing who was responsible for this disaster, her father had simply closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep. The sight of him, so weary, had made her heart ache to the point of tears.

Because she knew her father. In any other situation, he would have fiercely reprimanded Dave.

But he hadn’t. Not this time. Even when Dave went over to help him onto the hospital bed, he hadn’t refused.

Laurent knew that it wasn’t that he didn’t want to refuse—he simply couldn’t. He knew his body was so weak that he couldn’t even climb into bed.

At first, he listened to them talk about the whole situation, but before long, he had fallen asleep.

A man nearly sixty years old, exhausting every ounce of his strength to save his granddaughter, hitting his head and losing so much blood—how could he not be weak?

To Laurent, the most important people in her life were her parents and her daughter.

But Maggie and her group had hurt two of those three people.

There was hatred in her heart. That’s why she wouldn’t compromise. No one could shake her determination to punish the people who had harmed her loved ones.

And with her cold indifference, Maggie was finally taken away by the police.

From the hallway came Maggie’s sharp, uncontrolled screams.

"Clark, you bitch! I’ll never forgive you!"

Maggie wasn’t stupid. Especially after hearing the full story and Bert’s account of what really happened, she realized that from beginning to end, she had been nothing more than a pawn in Clark’s hands, played with and manipulated like a fool.

Now she was heading to the police station, her life essentially ruined. How could she not hate Clark?

After Maggie and the others left, Daniel wisely excused himself as well.

Once all the unrelated people had dispersed, only Laurent, Dave, and the sleeping Alex remained in the hospital room.

Laurent walked over and gently tucked the blanket around her father, then turned a cold gaze toward Dave.

"Dave, is this what you meant by cutting ties with Clark?"

Dave pressed his lips together, saying nothing.

In his view, speaking openly with Clark meant cutting off their past, and he never imagined Clark would retaliate so relentlessly and insanely.

"Is this what you call loving me?"

Laurent hadn’t intended to lose control of her emotions, but as she spoke, anger surged uncontrollably.

"Your so-called love means putting our daughter in such a dangerous situation?"

Her tone was sharp and cutting.

"If this is how you handle relationships, then I beg you to settle your messy history with your ex before you talk about love with someone else, okay?"

"Until you’ve taken care of it, please don’t selfishly and irresponsibly put others in harm’s way, alright?"

Dave’s expression was grim. He stepped forward, trying to grasp her shoulders to calm her down.

"Laurent, don’t be like this. I promise you, nothing like this will ever happen again!"

No matter how much money or effort it took, he would protect them, ensuring that neither she nor their daughter would ever get hurt or be put in danger again.

Laurent slapped his hand away.

"Dave, I’m begging you, can you just let me go? Let our daughter go?"

"It’s because you keep entangling me like this that Clark has gone insane with revenge!"

At that moment, all of Laurent’s grievances and fury poured out onto Dave. She cried loudly, shouting with anguish, not caring if she woke her father sleeping nearby.

"I don’t want anything right now. I just want you to stay far away from me. I just want a safe environment for me, for our daughter, for everyone involved. I can’t take this anymore. If anything happens to any of them, I will never forgive you for the rest of my life! That’s it. This is it between us. Let’s never see each other again!"

When Laurent finished speaking and looked at Dave, her eyes were bloodshot and filled with cold despair.