Return, My Love: Wooing the Neglected Ex-Wife

Chapter 963:

Dunn grinned and took his seat across from her at the long, candlelit table. As they exchanged light conversation, dusk settled outside the expansive windows. Their evening flowed smoothly, filled with quiet mutual admiration.

Unbeknownst to them, a waiter snapped a photo of the couple dining together. The picture made its way overseas, where Rickey stared at the serene scene. For a fleeting moment, he envisioned himself attending Aurora and Dunn’s future wedding.

They were the real couple. Dunn might never say it, but his protective gaze had followed Aurora for over a decade. And Aurora, perhaps unknowingly, had spent the last ten years tracing Dunn’s footsteps.

A bitter laugh escaped Rickey as tears blurred his vision. In a fit of despair, he hurled his phone against the wall, his head bowed as he surrendered to his sense of loss and isolation.

As he cried, his mind was filled with Aurora’s words—that they were friends and she was grateful for him. But what he wanted was not her gratitude.

At that moment, Rickey’s hatred for Dunn reached a boiling point.

Why did Dunn ever ask him to look out for Aurora?

Had he never intervened, perhaps Aurora and Dunn would already be together, sparing him this anguish.

As Rickey wept, clarity began to seep through his grief.

He was the one who shouldn’t have appeared. Friendship was the solitary path remaining. What more could he desire? Desperate to purge Aurora from his thoughts, Rickey was interrupted by his friends barging in.

“Rickey, fancy a night out to lift your spirits?”

Rickey sat in the gloom, his eyes red from crying, adrift in a sea of despair. The air was thick with tension.

“What sort of fun?”

“What do you think? Remember your boast about charming model girlfriends? Well, I’ve invited some over tonight. Aren’t you tired of hitting the books all day?”

A chuckle broke from Rickey as he pulled a cigarette from a nearby pack and lit it, staring out the window while exhaling slowly.

Perhaps it was indeed time to close this chapter of his love triangle. After a couple of drags, he rasped, “Go ahead, I’ll catch up later.”

“Really? Damn, this is your first time joining us!”

“Enough talk—just go.”

“Alright!”

Rickey inhaled deeply, picked up his phone, and dialed the person who had taken the earlier photo. Even from abroad, his wealth ensured there were always willing accomplices.

“Mr. Kelly, what do you need?”noveldrama

“Dunn and Aurora’s plans for tonight?”

“They’re planning to leave after dinner.” Rickey’s Adam’s apple bobbed. “Do me a favor.”

“What kind?”

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