The Billionaire Ex-Wife's Return (Cynthia and Ethan) novel Chapter 94

Cynthia’s POV

After a few minutes of waiting by the car, Ethan and his friends started approaching, walking lazily like they weren’t being waited for. Annoying and inconsiderate men.

It seemed Devian would never stop seeing me as that doormat because he wouldn’t take his eyes off me. He just couldn’t process why I was even breathing the same air as he and Ethan…

I could feel his gaze boring into me as I stood near Ethan’s car with Amber, pretending to admire the manga he’d just bought. The weight of that stare was familiar in the worst way. It felt judgmental, dismissive, pitying. All the things I’d endured for eight years of marriage.

He should go get a life. I have so many things to worry about rather than his cheap hate.

“Did Anna travel?” Devian’s voice carried across the parking lot, loud and deliberate. Obviously wanting me to hear him ask

about Anna.

My fingers tightened on the manga I was holding.

Of course. Of course they would bring her up now. While I was standing right here. The audacity of these men never ceased to amaze me. Did they think I was deaf? Or did they simply not care?

I kept my eyes fixed on the manga in Amber’s hands, but my ears were trained on the conversation behind me. Every word felt like a deliberate jab, designed to remind me of my place, or lack thereof, in Ethan’s world.

It was obvious Ethan didn’t want to indulge them. I could hear the tension in the silence that followed Devian’s question, I could practically feel his discomfort radiating across the parking lot. But that was just like him, wasn’t it? Acting emotionless towards me in front of his friends. Never wanting to be seen as someone who cared about me.

Obviously, all that he’d said earlier about loving me or wanting me was just a scheme. Just another manipulation to get me to continue being a doormat. To come back and resume my position as the invisible wife while Anna continued to have his real

affection.

He probably enjoyed watching his friends ridicule me.

He probably enjoyed seeing me in misery.

The thought made something hot and bitter coil in my chest, spreading like poison through my veins.

“We should all hang out tonight,” Devian was saying, his voice taking on a pointed quality. “You, me, Bryan, and Anna. Like old times. What do you say?”

Like old times. When I didn’t exist. When I was just the inconvenient wife waiting at home.

The sound of that made something hot and bitter rise in my throat, and before I could stop myself, a scott escaped my lips.

The conversation behind me stopped abruptly.

I felt all three men turn to look at me, their attention snapping in my direction like I’d fired a gunshot.

Ah. So that’s what they thought. They thought I’d scoffed because of Anna’s name. Because of the invitation to their little gathering.

That’s their business. Let them think whatever they want. It didn’t matter what they thought.

I turned away, gripping Amber’s hand a little tighter than necessary.

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“Mom, you’re squeezing too hard,” he whispered.

“Sorry, baby.” I loosened my grip immediately, forcing my face into something calm.

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