You're Just My Ex-Husband,My Lord-Chapter 300- like a dream

This really wasn’t something the good, obedient daughter their parents had always known would be capable of. It was kind of a bad thing, after all.

But in the end, the real issue didn’t seem to be about who had put the idea in her head. What mattered was making sure her mother stopped blaming her father. So Lilian quickly added,

"Anyway, Mom, this seriously has nothing to do with Dad. Please stop taking it out on him."

With both father and daughter looking so sincere, Tiffany didn’t really have a comeback.

Daniel took the opportunity to put on a stern face and pretend to scold her.

"Lilian, what’s gotten into you? The older you get, the more outrageous you become. How could you do something that would make your mother so angry? Apologize to her right now!"

Of course, he was just putting on a show. Lilian knew it, too—she shot her father a cheeky wink before turning to Tiffany and apologizing with mock solemnity.

"Sorry, Mom, my bad. If it helps, maybe you should just draft a new divorce agreement and you both can sign that one instead?"

Tiffany: "..."

Daniel: "..."

Tiffany was so exasperated she could only wave her hand at her.

"I told you—not one glimpse of you for at least a week!"

Lilian gave a salute. "Yes, ma’am!"

Hearing her mother say that, Lilian knew the matter was officially settled. She called out a quick goodbye, then turned and dashed off.

As for whether the two of them would draft a new divorce agreement—that was their business. But she figured her mother probably wouldn’t bother anymore. She had already begun to waver, and this incident had provided the perfect excuse to gradually reconcile with her father.

And honestly, even if her mom did write up a new one, Lilian was certain her dad would never, ever sign it again.

Back at Tiffany’s place, after Lilian left, Tiffany turned to Daniel and said coldly,

"You should go, too."

But Daniel had made the trip here with great difficulty—how could he be willing to leave so soon? He clutched his chest and collapsed dramatically onto the sofa.

"My chest feels tight from all the stress Lilian caused me. Let me sit for a while to catch my breath."

Given that he’d just been discharged from the hospital for his heart condition, this excuse sounded reasonable enough. He then smiled gently at Tiffany.

"Don’t worry about me. Just do whatever you need to do."

His words said one thing, but the look in his eyes clearly betrayed how much he longed to stay near her.

Tiffany shot him a glance and said coolly,

"I’m going to take a nap. Suit yourself."

Then she turned and walked away. But just before heading into her room, she went to pour a glass of warm water and placed it in front of Daniel without saying a word—then left without looking back.

Daniel was left alone, but honestly, he couldn’t have asked for more. That small gesture—her pouring him water—was sweeter to him than honey.

She wouldn’t have done that unless she still cared about him. The fact she got him water when she heard he was unwell—how could that not mean something?

Later on, Lilian would hear that her dad spent the entire day clinging to her mom’s place. Even after Tiffany got up from her nap, he didn’t leave. He stayed through the afternoon... and then dinner... and only finally left when Tiffany was ready to sleep for the night.

Life continued on quietly.

After the Washington Co. board finally got used to Bert’s presence and stopped bothering Dave, the little family of three moved back to the Villas.

It was Laurent who brought it up. She figured that moving back would save them part of the rent. Even though the place technically belonged to Adeline, Laurent had never wanted to stay there for free—so she’d always paid rent.

One day, while packing up her things, Laurent found Dave’s copy of their divorce certificate tucked inside a cabinet. She pulled out her own from a folder and sat there, quietly staring at the two little booklets. Her heart swelled with emotion.

They had never imagined divorce when they first got married. And when they divorced, she had never imagined they’d end up together again. She had no words to describe the long, winding journey of their relationship.

As she sat there lost in thought, Dave walked in. The moment he saw her holding the two divorce certificates, he rushed over and snatched them from her hands. His eyes darkened as he looked at her.

"What’s there to look at in these things?" he said, his voice low.

He was afraid. Afraid that seeing the divorce papers would bring back painful memories for Laurent. That she’d change her mind, decide this second chance at love wasn’t worth it. So he shoved the papers deep into his pocket like they were something dangerous.

Laurent hadn’t been thinking that far at all. But seeing how flustered he got, she couldn’t help but laugh.

"Maybe we should tear them up later," she said. "Or just shred them."

They didn’t need the divorce papers anymore. If they were going to start over, they’d have a brand-new marriage certificate someday.

But Dave shook his head, frowning.

"No," he said firmly. "I’m keeping them."

Laurent was stunned.

"Why would you want to keep something like that?" she asked, confused.

Dave walked over and wrapped his arms around her. His voice was low, but his eyes were clear and sincere.

"To remind me," he said, "to remind me every single day how much of a bastard I used to be. So I never forget to treat you and our daughter right from now on."

His hand gently touched her cheek, fingers softly brushing her skin with a tenderness that carried both gratitude and deep affection.

"Laurent," he whispered, "thank you for walking into my life all those years ago... and thank you for coming back to me now."

She looked at him, eyes wide, heart caught in the moment. His quiet devotion sank into her like threads of warmth, weaving gently through her chest. Overwhelmed by emotion, she leaned into his arms.

"It all feels like a dream..." she murmured.

There had been times—countless times—when she had dreamed of this: of being loved by him, cherished, cared for, protected. Those dreams had always faded in the morning light... but now, they were real. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

"Then let me walk through this dream with you," he replied, his promise soft in her ear.

From now on, whether in dreams or in waking life—she had him.