You're Just My Ex-Husband,My Lord-Chapter 69- so childish

After Dave left, Cassy angrily scolded Alex.

"What were you thinking? Didn’t Laurent already say last time to pretend you don’t know him when you see him? And yet here you are, hitting him several times!"

Alex knew he was in the wrong and let out a grunt without responding. Carrying the groceries, he started walking home.

Cassy called out to him again.

"Look at the green onions in your hand. They’re completely ruined. Go buy some new ones!"

Alex looked down and saw that the two green onions he’d just bought were bent and broken from hitting Dave earlier. They were no longer usable. Embarrassed, he handed the rest of the groceries to Cassy and turned back to the market to buy new green onions.

Even though he knew his actions were rough and inappropriate, he couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of satisfaction.

Laurent wasn’t home—she had gone to the Xinhua Bookstore.

In the past few days, while waiting for responses from the resumes she’d sent out, she had been tirelessly studying and improving herself. She wanted to prepare as much as possible before any interview calls came in, ensuring she wouldn’t feel too unconfident during the interviews.

This morning, realizing her resources were insufficient, she went to the bookstore to buy more books. She didn’t come home for lunch, instead calling her parents to let them know she hadn’t finished picking out books and that they should eat without her.

Laurent grabbed a quick bite at a restaurant near the bookstore and then spent the entire afternoon in the library.

Although online shopping had made it convenient to buy all sorts of reference materials, she still enjoyed the process of carefully selecting books in a bookstore. She loved the atmosphere, where the rustling of pages and the scent of books filled the air.

She had always liked reading in bookstores. As a child, when her parents were busy working on weekends, she would often ask them to drop her off at the Bookstore. She’d spend an entire morning or afternoon there until they finished their work and came to pick her up.

Even now, she still loved that atmosphere. Whenever she ran out of books, her first instinct was to head straight to the bookstore.

Laurent returned home bathed in the glow of the setting sun, feeling fulfilled. She had bought several books recommended by experienced international trade professionals online, along with a few others she had personally evaluated and found promising at the bookstore.

Carrying a large bag of books, she felt a strong sense of accomplishment and inner peace.

The feeling of working hard to enrich herself—it was wonderful.

The sense of relying on herself—it was truly satisfying.

Walking home with the books in hand, she suddenly felt invigorated and full of determination.

When she had decided to marry Dave, she hadn’t planned on becoming a full-time housewife. She had imagined having her own career, carving out her own place in society through hard work.

But shortly after they got married, she suffered a miscarriage, which forced her to stay home and recover.

The miscarriage had been a devastating blow to her mental health. For a long time, she couldn’t pull herself out of the emotional abyss. She had a mental breakdown and teetered on the edge of depression.

The public’s comments about her miscarriage were cruel and venomous. They said it was karma for her supposed scheming to climb the social ladder, and some media outlets speculated she would soon be cast out.

For someone who had always lived in a simple, sheltered world, such harsh remarks were a nightmare.

Those biting words successfully broke her spirit. She began to believe that losing the baby was indeed her punishment, that she shouldn’t have tried to use pregnancy to secure her position. Even though everyone told her that miscarriage was a natural process, often due to genetic factors, she couldn’t escape the shadow of those dark accusations.

During that time, while her body gradually recovered, her mental state remained fragile.

In such a condition, how could she possibly work?

Moreover, the malicious gossip drained her of any desire to venture out. She chose instead to stay secluded at home.

Half a year later, she became pregnant again. This time, with the memory of her earlier loss, everyone was extremely cautious. She was anxious too, which made working even less feasible.

It was only after she became pregnant with her daughter, Emma, that her mental state began to improve. Gradually, she regained the brightness and optimism she once had.

After the baby was born, she dedicated herself to raising the child personally. There was no time left to think about work. With the arrival of her daughter, she began to cherish everything she had even more deeply.

She stopped dreaming about glamorous jobs or an illustrious career. All she wanted was to stay with her husband and child and live a stable, peaceful life. Her only focus was ensuring her family’s daily life ran smoothly and orderly.

Like the song lyrics say, she longed for a steady kind of happiness, one she could hold in her hands.

She yearned for a life filled with the warmth of daily moments, a life that was real and vivid. She loved doing everything personally for her husband and child, loved revolving her world around theirs.

And so, she gradually became an unmotivated housewife.

Fortunately, now she had awakened to a new sense of purpose. She believed it wasn’t too late to change.

The moment Laurent stepped through the door, she spotted a large suitcase in the living room. Her brow furrowed instantly.

She knew that suitcase all too well—Dave always used it for longer business trips when he needed to pack more clothes. She couldn’t imagine why it was here in her home now.

Cassy had just finished preparing dinner. Carrying a plate out of the kitchen, she saw Laurent staring at the suitcase with a frown. Setting the dish down, Cassy quickly walked over to explain.

"Dave came by again earlier. He dropped off this suitcase and said it’s filled with some of your things..."

Laurent was speechless. If she hadn’t taken those things with her when she left, it meant she didn’t want them at all. He could’ve just thrown them away! Why go out of his way to deliver them back to her?

Cassy added,

"When he came by, he happened to run into your dad. Your dad, well—"

Before Cassy could finish, Laurent already guessed what might have happened. She sighed and glanced helplessly at Alex, who was sitting on the couch pretending nothing had happened.

"Dad, you didn’t hit him, did you?"

Alex huffed and defended himself.

"At first, I did exactly what you told me—I ignored him. But he kept pestering me, so I got annoyed and hit him a few times."

Worried she might be angry, Alex quickly added,

"Don’t worry, I used the green onions to hit him. There’s no way he got hurt."

Laurent raised her hand and massaged her forehead.

The issue wasn’t whether Dave got hurt or not—it was her dad’s behavior, which was... so childish!

But looking at her dad’s nervous expression, clearly afraid she’d be upset, she couldn’t bring herself to be angry.

Cassy chimed in from the side, trying to soothe her.

"I already gave him a good talking-to just now. He knows what to do next time, I’m sure. Go wash your hands and get ready for dinner. Oh, and take a moment to go through the things in that suitcase."

"Alright."

Laurent glanced at the suitcase and pushed it into her room. 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

Alex watched her retreating figure and muttered under his breath,

"The next time I see him, I won’t go easy on him."

Cassy was furious.

"Do whatever you want! But if he calls the police and accuses you of assault, don’t expect me to bail you out!"

"He wouldn’t dare!"

Alex snapped indignantly. Cassy snorted coldly.

"Why wouldn’t he? He has no ties to us anymore. If he wants to mess with you, he can do whatever he wants!"

Alex fell silent. Although he thought Cassy made a valid point, he just couldn’t believe that punk would have the guts to mess with him.

Cassy sighed and tried to reason with him.

"Our daughter already has enough on her plate. Even though she never shows it, you know she’s under a lot of stress. Can’t you just stop stirring things up with Dave?"

Alex glared at her.

"How is this my fault? It’s Dave who keeps bothering us, not the other way around!"

"He came here on his own, sure," Cassy retorted, "but if you’d ignored him, wouldn’t he have left on his own?"

She added, "Today, I deliberately called him ’Mr. Washington.’ He immediately picked up on the distance we were creating and left because he couldn’t stay any longer."

Alex stayed quiet again. Cassy let out a deep sigh.

"Our daughter knows him best. With his pride, we don’t need to say or do much. Once he senses he’s unwelcome, he’ll leave on his own."