You're Just My Ex-Husband,My Lord-Chapter 73- This feels so good

Laurent gently withdrew her hand and smiled at Maggie.

"I’m just trying to get a head start. You’ve just graduated, and your knowledge is at its sharpest. I, on the other hand, have been away from this for years, so I need to get to work and learn quickly," she said with a light laugh.

Laurent understood Maggie’s perspective. Young people these days tend to prioritize enjoyment in life.

But Laurent was past that phase. All she wanted now was to adapt to this new job as quickly as possible, excel in it, and improve herself.

Maggie, full of curiosity, asked her,

"Laurent, why are you only starting work now?"

The question made Laurent feel a bit awkward, but she didn’t show it. She smiled and gave a simple explanation.

"I was at home taking care of my kids."

Maggie was surprised.

"Oh wow, you’re married? What does your husband do?"

Laurent thought this girl named Maggie was just... well, how should she put it? A bit rude.

Who meets someone for the first time and immediately asks such personal questions? And to top it off, Maggie had this expectant look on her face, as if Laurent *had* to answer her.

Laurent wasn’t about to share her personal details, especially since she was divorced. Even if she weren’t, she wouldn’t discuss such matters with someone she’d just met. Laurent believed that conversations about family were acceptable only when two people had known each other for a while and had built a rapport. Asking these questions right away was just impolite.

So, she simply smiled, pointed toward the restroom, and said,

"I drank a little too much water earlier. Excuse me for a moment."

With that, she quickly headed to the restroom, dodging Maggie’s question.

Her divorce was mentioned on her resume, but she was certain that only Samantha and Danny, her supervisors, were aware of it. She trusted them to keep it confidential.

Laurent had no intention of making her divorce public knowledge—it wasn’t exactly a positive or uplifting topic.

She lingered in the restroom on purpose, staying longer than necessary to avoid leaving with Maggie. She didn’t want anyone seeing her with Dave and her daughter outside.

When the sounds from outside had completely died down, Laurent finally stepped out of the restroom and quickly headed toward the main entrance.

The office building was a bit of a walk from the factory’s main gate, and Laurent’s steps were brisk. Now that the interview was over, all she could think about was seeing her daughter.

Oddly enough, she realized she didn’t miss Dave at all.

In the past, she had hated when he traveled for work because it meant being apart from him. When he was away, every day had felt like an eternity—no exaggeration.

She used to think about him constantly—longing for him with every fiber of her being. Even though he didn’t treat her particularly well, she had always wanted to stay by his side. Just having him near gave her a sense of peace.

But now, the only person she was eager to see was her daughter.

Perhaps it was because she no longer had any expectations of him.

With the weight of her successful interview lifting a heavy burden from her heart, Laurent’s steps were quick but light. A smile crept onto her face as she walked, one that she couldn’t suppress no matter how hard she tried.

The factory’s parking lot stretched out under a clear blue sky, dotted with fluffy white clouds. The sunshine was warm and inviting, making everything feel so serene.

Laurent realized it had been ages since she had smiled this freely.

This feels so good.

Dave’s car was parked near the entrance. Both he and their daughter had stepped out of the vehicle and were waiting for her.

Dave, wearing sunglasses, stood tall and composed.

Their daughter, dressed in a cute little dress and with her hair neatly braided, was running around, giggling as the wind played with her skirt.

When the girl spotted Laurent, her face lit up, and she ran toward her with boundless excitement, shouting,

"Mommy—!"

Afraid her little girl might trip, Laurent hurried toward her, her steps quick and steady. She bent down and scooped her daughter into her arms, hugging her tightly and showering her with kisses.

"Mommy missed you so much," she said warmly.

The little girl giggled, cupping Laurent’s face and planting kisses of her own.

"Emma missed Mommy too!"

The two of them held each other tightly, their laughter and smiles infectious as they gazed into each other’s eyes. In that moment, they were so consumed with joy that they completely forgot someone else was standing nearby.

The little girl looked at the big smile on Laurent’s face and curiously asked,

"Mommy, why are you so happy today?"

She thought it had been a long time since she’d seen her mom smile like this. In her eyes, Mommy looked even prettier when she smiled—prettier than any of the ladies on TV.

Laurent shared her happiness with her daughter, saying,

"Because Mommy found a job today! That’s why I’m so happy."

Someone nearby raised his eyes and cast a disdainful glance at their surroundings before interrupting with a scoffing remark,

"What’s there to be happy about, working at some rundown little factory like this?"

His tone was full of scorn, and his gaze even more so.

Laurent had the urge to argue with him but stopped herself. Why waste her breath? A man like him, sitting high above others and holding so much power over people’s lives, would never understand what it felt like to be someone like her—a small figure for whom even finding a job was a monumental struggle.

The Washington Group’s offices were located in the most expensive, prestigious area of the city. Of course, the modest factory she was about to join couldn’t compare to his sleek, extravagant office building.

But Laurent was content. For her, having a job at all was a blessing.

So, she pretended not to hear his mocking words. Holding her daughter close, she glanced at him briefly and said,

"Thank you for bringing Emma here today. You can go now—I’ll take Emma home in a cab."

Dave was so angry he almost exploded.

He had driven all this way to bring their daughter to her, and she didn’t even spare him a proper look before dismissing him like that?

Did she have no conscience?

Dave glared at her fiercely for a long moment before stomping over to the car, yanking the small suitcase from the trunk, and dropping it on the ground. He slammed the trunk shut with a resounding *bang*, got back into the car, and sped off in a fit of frustration.

Laurent remained unfazed. Holding her daughter’s hand with one hand and pulling the little suitcase with the other, she walked a few steps to the side of the road and calmly waited for a taxi.

Dave’s bad attitude didn’t affect her in the slightest.

In truth, his behavior wasn’t all that terrible. She was the one who had dismissed him, and he hadn’t done anything particularly wrong—other than shutting the trunk with a bit more force than necessary.

As Dave drove off in anger, he glanced into the rearview mirror and saw her slim figure, holding their daughter’s hand and nonchalantly waving for a cab at the roadside.

It only made him angrier.

He couldn’t understand why her indifference toward him bothered him so much. Seeing her treat him with this level of disregard was infuriating.

He felt she should still be the way she used to be—smiling at him warmly, fussing over him, greeting him cheerfully, loving him unconditionally, and going out of her way to please him.

But now? Now she barely acknowledged him, acting as though he didn’t matter at all.

No matter how coldly he treated her, how angry he got, or how many fits of temper he threw, she simply didn’t care anymore.

When he had been waiting outside the factory earlier, he’d seen her coming out from a distance. Her face had been lit up with a radiant smile.

She was dressed formally for the interview—simple yet elegant. A white blouse, black slacks, and heels. Polished, graceful, and captivating.

And with that big smile of hers, she looked stunning, so much so that he hadn’t been able to take his eyes off her.

Thankfully, he’d been wearing sunglasses, so no one could tell that his gaze had been fixed on her the entire time.

For a moment, it was as if he were looking at the old Laurent—the confident, cheerful, and bright Laurent he used to know.

Seeing her so happy after their divorce filled him with an inexplicable sense of unease.

At the next intersection, he made a sharp U-turn.

Moments later, he found himself driving back to where the mother and daughter stood waiting by the roadside.