You're Just My Ex-Husband,My Lord-Chapter 70- keep looking ahead

Cassy finished her words, got up, and went back to the kitchen to bring out the rest of the dishes.

Alex and Cassy had just settled at the dining table when Laurent stormed out of her room, fuming.

"Dad, you were absolutely right to hit him!"

Laurent was furious.

She had just opened the suitcase, expecting it to contain some of her clothes and personal items.

But when she looked inside, it was a chaotic mess!

Not only were there clothes, but also several books, a throw pillow from the sofa, and even a delicate little vase. To top it off, the crystal dolphin that used to sit on her bedside table was carelessly tossed in as well.

And if that wasn’t bad enough, after digging around further, she discovered he had even packed some unused sanitary pads from her drawer. The assortment of other random items was beyond belief.

The entire suitcase looked like a crime scene after a robbery.

Laurent was convinced Dave had lost his mind.

She couldn’t figure out what had gotten into him or why he was throwing such a tantrum at home!

No wonder the old saying goes, "You are who you surround yourself with." Spending so much time with Clark, he was bound to lose it eventually and become just as crazy.

Alex immediately became furious when he heard her words and asked,

"What’s wrong? What did he do to bully you this time?"

Laurent didn’t know how to explain to her parents how Dave had upset her—it wasn’t something specific, just that his chaotic pile of belongings in the suitcase had infuriated her.

She felt like he was being utterly unreasonable!

Dave had just driven out of Laurent’s neighborhood when the smell of green onions on his clothes overwhelmed him. Annoyed, he pulled over, took off his jacket, and threw it onto the backseat with a huff. He decided not to drive any further and instead sat alone in the car, smoking to vent his frustration.

The last time he came, he didn’t see her. This time, he still didn’t see her.

If he thought about it carefully, from the day he stopped her at the airport until now, it had been about a week since he last saw her. That was almost as long as the stretches of time he used to be away on his business trips.

Why did this feel so unsettling?

He finished the pack of cigarettes he had with him. Reaching into the glove compartment for more, his hand instead found the divorce certificate.

After the divorce was finalized, he had left the certificate in his car, and now, holding it in his hand, he felt a mix of bitterness and anger.

All this time, he had refused to believe they were truly divorced. But now, staring at the undeniable evidence of the divorce in his hands, he finally had to face reality.

Divorce.

Fine!

Divorce it is!

He wanted to see how she would fare after the divorce.

And if she didn’t do well, she shouldn’t blame him for his cold remarks and sarcasm!

As he started driving again, his phone rang. It was Morrison.

"Where are you? I swung by your office after work, but your secretary said you’d already left and didn’t know where you went."

Of course, Dave wasn’t going to tell Morrison he had been at Laurent’s place. He replied indifferently,

"Do you need something?"

"Not much," Morrison said. "I’ve arranged a little get-together tonight—some friends, drinks, and cards. You should join us."

Without even thinking, Dave rejected the invitation.

"Not interested!"

He was in an incredibly foul mood and had no patience for drinking or playing cards.

Morrison, annoyed by the response, shot back,

"Washington, my friend, you’ve been sulking like this every day. I feel obligated to remind you of something."

Dave didn’t like where this was going.

"Who’s sulking every day?" he retorted.

Ignoring him, Morrison continued,

"This is just a divorce, not a breakup!"

"Heartbreak happens when you’re in love, Dave. You didn’t love Laurent, so there’s no way you’re feeling heartbroken. But you’re acting like it—why?"

Dave felt stifled.

"Who’s acting like they’re heartbroken?"

Morrison countered, "Then why do you sound so lifeless, like you’ve got no energy? Why are you avoiding socializing and having fun? Weren’t you supposed to feel liberated after the divorce? This is your moment to celebrate! So why am I, of all people, throwing a party to cheer you up?"

Dave was left speechless by Morrison’s blunt words. Morrison chuckled on the other end of the line.

"Come on, come on. Tonight, I’ll bring a few pretty ladies to keep you company. I guarantee they’ll brighten your mood and help you forget all the gloom."

Dave was so frustrated that he hung up the phone. The thought of those messy women touching him made him feel disgusted. The idea of "feeling joyful" was laughable to him.

Before the weekend arrived, Laurent received interview calls from two factories—one was in machinery exports, and the other in clothing exports.

When she took international trade courses in college, the professor had warned them that if they pursued a career in foreign trade, they should avoid industries like textiles and clothing because of the countless complexities involved.

For a single piece of clothing, there were so many steps: from fabric to stitching, to buttons or zippers, to prints and sometimes embroidery. There were countless processes, and if you worked in the textile industry, you had to understand each one thoroughly.

Take something as simple as a stitch, for instance. There were so many types—different colors and thread materials. There was regular cotton thread, silk thread, metallic thread, and more.

The professor had also mentioned that it was better to go into machinery trade. It involved fewer steps and wasn’t as tedious. Large machinery exports, in particular, were simpler.

So, between the two factories, Laurent preferred the machinery one.

However, that was just her personal preference. She had decided to attend interviews for both factories because, given her current situation, she didn’t have the luxury of choosing. It was more about being chosen.

If the clothing factory offered her a job, she would take it.

Right now, she just needed a job—she couldn’t afford to be picky.

The interview at the machinery factory was scheduled for Friday morning, while the clothing factory’s interview was set for Saturday morning. The person who contacted her said the factory manager would be leaving for an overseas trade fair next week and wouldn’t be back for about a month. The only time they had available to meet with her was Saturday morning. If the timing didn’t work for her, she could simply forgo the interview.

Laurent had originally planned to visit her daughter Emma in the county on Saturday morning, but with the interview situation, she had to adjust her plans. Given that finding a job was her top priority, she couldn’t afford to miss any interview opportunities. She decided she would visit Emma after the interviews were done.

Emma had been staying with Tiffany recently, and when Laurent called her daughter to apologize for not being able to visit, Emma was understanding. Laurent reassured her that she would head to the county as soon as the interviews were over.

Tiffany, sensing Laurent’s busy schedule, suggested something that made Laurent feel both grateful and guilty.

"Since you’re so busy, I can have our driver take Emma to you tomorrow. You won’t have to worry about the back-and-forth, and she can spend time with your parents, too. It’s been a while since she’s seen them."

Laurent felt a bit uncomfortable at first. Since Dave had custody of Emma, it felt strange that Tiffany would offer to bring her over. It was supposed to be Laurent’s responsibility to visit. Still, Tiffany’s kindness was undeniable, and Laurent hesitated for only a moment before accepting.

"Thank you, Tiffany," Laurent said, touched by the offer.

Tiffany smiled warmly. "It’s no trouble at all. The driver does these things anyway."

Laurent felt immensely grateful, not only for Tiffany’s help but also for the care she had always shown. Even after Laurent and Dave’s divorce, Tiffany had continued to be understanding and kind. Laurent knew it was the result of the respect and kindness she had always shown Tiffany during their marriage.

Tiffany continued, her voice soft, "I’m glad to see you working hard. I was worried that..."

She didn’t finish her sentence, but Laurent understood what she meant. Tiffany had been concerned that Laurent might have divorced out of spite, and that she would struggle to move on. Now, seeing Laurent so determined, Tiffany felt a sense of relief.

Laurent smiled and lightly shifted the topic, not wanting to dwell on the past. "I’ll have my parents wait at home for the driver to bring Emma over tomorrow."

There was no need for apologies. What was done was done. Holding onto past regrets would only hinder her. Laurent had learned to keep looking ahead.