You're Just My Ex-Husband,My Lord-Chapter 21- Laurent spoiled you

As soon as Laurent stepped into the café, she heard a familiar melody playing:

A man in a suit walked toward her leisurely, as if enjoying the song. He bent slightly and leaned closer to her, whispering in her ear with a low laugh,

"Does this song sound familiar? I remember you could sing it too. When will you sing it for me again?"

Laurent’s hands trembled with anger, and her eyes reddened from holding back tears.

Back when she was in the student council, she had been an artistic talent, good at both singing and dancing. She had sung this very song for him with deep emotion, expressing her love for him, showing her determination and courage, and revealing how steadfast her feelings for him were.

Now, he had intentionally booked this café and played this song to provoke her, to remind her of how shameless and self-respecting she had been in pursuing him, and to mock her—mock her for once pursuing him so blindly and wholeheartedly, and now wanting a divorce.

Yes, she had been foolish enough to love him blindly, but she had never imagined that, despite all she had given, he would remain indifferent.

Five years had passed, and she had failed to move him. She no longer had the resolve or carefreeness that the lyrics spoke of, the willingness to wait ten more years without hesitation.

In just five years, she was nearly on the brink of depression. If this continued, she feared she might lose her sanity.

Fighting back the tears in her eyes, she lifted her gaze and coldly mocked him,

"Aren’t you worried your lover is getting anxious waiting for you?"

Clark had been back for days now—shouldn’t he be eager to end this loveless marriage and make things right with Clark?

But he just smiled,

"If you’re so concerned about that, it’s better you focus on finding yourself a new lawyer."

Laurent thought about the lawyers who had repeatedly turned her down these past few days. In a fit of anger, she lost control of herself. There was a cup of water on the table next to her. She grabbed it and, with a swift motion, splashed it onto his face—once handsome, but at this moment, in her eyes, nothing but shameless.

"Dave, you’re despicable!"

Before this, she had never hated him. She knew she had made mistakes too, mainly that she shouldn’t have insisted on being with him. Even when it came to the divorce, she had never felt hatred for him.

But at this moment, she hated him.

She hated the way he tormented and humiliated her.

Without another word, she turned and stormed out, not even sparing him a glance at his enraged expression.

She knew that he had bought off her lawyers and played that song to humiliate her—everything was just to make her submit, to soften her, to make her abandon the idea of divorce, to show her that she couldn’t win against him, that she should bow down to him.

He liked to control everything. Having her bring up the divorce had already cost him face, and now he was trying to restore it.

But she wouldn’t give in. She wouldn’t submit to him.

Fine. If she couldn’t find a lawyer, they would separate. Didn’t the law say that after two years of separation, they could be granted a divorce?

After Laurent splashed water on his face, Dave, initially stunned, quickly became furious.

He never expected her to be bold enough to throw water in his face. Although he had rented out the entire coffee shop, there were still employees at the counter. How was he supposed to show his face now?

Of course, he didn’t understand that when a woman stops loving you, when she stops caring for you, she no longer cares about your face or your feelings.

The water splashing made him so angry that he didn’t even want to stay married to Laurent anymore.

Fuming, he grabbed some tissue to wipe his face and clothes dry, then left the coffee shop with a stern face. He didn’t even bother with the client he had planned to meet and called his secretary to cancel the appointment.

His image was ruined—his expensive suit drenched in water. What client would want to see him like that?

Back at home, he changed into a new outfit, intending to rest and calm down. However, the emptiness of the house, filled with the lingering scent of that woman, only irritated him more. Eventually, he drove to his sister Lilian’s house, planning to visit his mother as well.

Lilian opened the door, and upon seeing him, her face immediately showed clear disgust.

"I told you, bro, why do you keep coming over here? This is my house, not yours!"

Since their mother moved in with Lilian, her older brother had been coming over all the time, eating her food, sometimes even bringing his daughter along. If he loved the family meals so much, why didn’t he just reconcile with his wife and have her cook for him?

Dave was already in a bad mood, and Lilian’s dismissive attitude only made him angrier. He immediately scowled and retorted,

"Do you even have a home? This house was bought by me!"

Lilian, fuming at her brother’s sharp words, stomped her feet in frustration,

"Hmph, I don’t care about your lousy house! Do you believe I’ll pack up and move out with Mom right now?"

Dave, now feeling a headache coming on, was completely overwhelmed. Everything in his life seemed chaotic and annoying. The women around him were all causing trouble.

First, Laurent wanted a divorce, then his mother wanted one, his daughter had fallen ill, and now his sister was threatening to leave. He felt like he couldn’t take it anymore.

Hearing the commotion, Tiffany walked out of the bedroom, curious to see Dave.

"Dave? What are you doing here?"

It wasn’t yet time for dinner or after-work hours.

"I came to check on you," Dave replied before switching his shoes and walking inside. He immediately went to the fridge, opened it, and when he saw row after row of beer, he frowned slightly.

Taking a can out, he scolded,

"A young woman, with so much beer in her fridge—"

Lilian, tired of his lecturing, jumped up and snatched the beer from his hand, retorting angrily,

"Drink it or don’t, I don’t care!"

Dave easily grabbed the beer back from Lilian’s hand and shot her a cold look.

"Who spoils you with so many bad habits, no respect for anyone, no sense of order."

Lilian was furious, feeling like she was going to explode from his absurd accusations.

"Are you kidding me? I have bad habits? Isn’t it you who has all the problems? All of it is because Laurent spoiled you!"

Mentioning Laurent immediately changed the tone. As soon as her words hit, Dave’s face darkened again. The atmosphere turned cold in an instant, as everyone knew Laurent was currently fighting with him over divorce.

Lilian, realizing she had said too much, stuck her tongue out and quickly retreated to her room.

Dave, on the other hand, sank into the sofa, tilted his head back, and downed the beer in a few gulps.

Tiffany glanced at him before sitting down on the sofa and, pretending to be casual, asked,

"Did you see Laurent today?"

"Mhm."

Dave grunted in response, then got up to grab another can of beer from the fridge.

Tiffany watched him quietly, letting out a barely noticeable sigh.

As his mother, she knew exactly what kind of person her son was. The way he was acting now showed he didn’t want the divorce, but no matter how much he didn’t want it, it was clear he couldn’t bring himself to swallow his pride and try to salvage it.