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Before they got married, Laurent already knew that Dave Washington had another woman in his heart, yet she still chose to marry him because Dave had always been the one she loved. She loved Dave, but his heart belonged to another woman. It was said that this woman loved another man, who happened to be Dave's illegitimate half-brother. Laurent believed that having a child would secure their shaky marriage.
Until one day, the woman Dave loved finally told him, "Actually, the person I love is you."
Laurent had devoted her youth and energy to this sensational and messy love story, only to helplessly watch it collapse. Heartbroken, she chose to divorce.
She thought Dave's infidelity would make her easily give up on the house, car, and property during the divorce, with the only request being custody of their daughter. But to her surprise, Dave insisted that she was unfit to raise their daughter and refused to give her custody.
In order to fight for her daughter, she embarked on a long and exhausting legal battle.
She said to him, "You're so persistent—aren't you worried your lover is waiting for you anxiously?"
Dave smiled and replied, "If you have time to worry about her, you might as well get a new lawyer."
In a fit of rage, she threw a cup of water in his face. "Dave Washington, you're despicable!"
Yes, every lawyer she hired was bought off by him with large sums of money. Finally, disheartened, she gave up custody of their daughter and decided to leave the country to heal.
But he sent someone to intercept her at the airport...

You‘re Just My Ex-Husband,My Lord

When Laurent received the call from Dave, it was almost midnight. She had just been about to fall asleep.

Her daughter had long since fallen into a deep sleep beside her. Laurent had also gone to bed early, but she had struggled to fall asleep, tossing and turning. Just as she was finally on the verge of sleep, her phone rang.

Seeing that the caller was Dave, Laurent hesitated for a moment. She thought about the "thank you" message she had sent earlier, which hadn't been replied to, and ultimately decided to answer the call.

To avoid disturbing her daughter's sleep, she got out of bed quietly, walked to the window seat on the balcony, and answered the phone softly.

But there was silence on the other end. After a while, she couldn't help but ask,

Chapter 204-a poem