The Ex-Wife He Can’t Have novel Chapter 149

The observing guests all wore expressions of gloating amusement, shaking their heads and sighing as they walked away, simply viewing the mother and daughter as bringing the humiliation upon themselves.

A piercing sting spread from her cheek straight to her heart, and the grievances and resentment she had suppressed for over a decade erupted at this very moment.

Warm tears mixed with the burning pain on her cheek as they fell.

Jillian raised her eyes, staring fiercely at Silas.

She finally asked the question that had haunted her as an obsession for over ten years. "Silas, I've always wanted to ask you a question. Why did you never love me?"

Ever since she was little, she could feel that Silas didn't love her.

She studied relentlessly, worked hard at doing chores, and earned certificates for every exam. Yet, Silas's attitude toward her remained as cold as ever.

The more you lack something, the more desperately you chase it.

Jillian often comforted herself, thinking that if her dad didn't like her, it must be because she wasn't doing well enough.

She believed that once she covered an entire wall with her awards, her dad would finally notice her.

So she worked even harder, and finally, her awards covered a whole wall. She thought with overwhelming joy that her dad must surely be happy now.

But when she came home, her mom told her that her dad was divorcing her and didn't want them anymore.

Over all these years, Jillian couldn't understand what she had done wrong.

Through her years of growing up, she believed she no longer needed so-called fatherly love, but this question had become a childhood nightmare, often creeping out to torture her.

"What are you standing there for? Throw them out immediately!" Silas roared furiously.

Every last bit of expectation shattered completely.

Judith's heart felt like it was being sliced open. She tightly hugged her near-collapsing daughter, pleading, "Jill, let's go. I'm begging you, come home with me..."

The mother and daughter supported each other, walking wretchedly through a hall full of cold stares and mockery, taking step after step outside.

The moment she passed the floor-to-ceiling windows, Jillian instinctively looked up.

Killian's silhouette was reflected in the glass.

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