The Ex-Wife He Can’t Have novel Chapter 504

The poster's arrogant attitude convinced many netizens that they were a true insider, leading several users to jump in and mock Mallory.

Mallory, who never took disrespect lightly, fiercely fired back.

"Please. Like I would be wrong about something I heard with my own ears. I also know that girl was a computer science major."

Mallory frowned, suddenly losing interest in her digital war.

After lunch, Jillian advised her to log off and stop picking fights online.

"Yeah, I know," Mallory agreed.

As she drove away, she replayed the lunch conversation in her head, feeling increasingly suspicious.

The poster clearly wasn't part of their inner circle, which explained the half-baked fake gossip.

But given their intense confidence, what if they actually stumbled onto a kernel of truth?

Wasting no time, she quickly sent the poster a private message.

The next day was Tuesday. Jillian had already taken the day off in advance.

That evening at home, while she was organizing the documents needed to finalize the divorce, Judith Jarrett watched her with a relieved expression. "You're getting the paperwork done tomorrow. I hope there won't be any unexpected drama."

Lydia Lowell comforted her, "What drama could there be? Once the paperwork is signed, our Jill will finally be free."

Jillian was equally filled with anticipation for the next day.

She woke up bright and early, washed up, ate breakfast, and dropped Stella off at school. Then, she drove straight to The Metro City Registrar's Office. Before leaving, she texted Killian: "I'm heading to the registrar's office now. What time will you get there?"

Killian didn't reply.

Upon arriving at The Metro City Registrar's Office, Jillian checked her phone again. Still nothing.

Her stomach tied in knots. She had endured so much to reach this day—was something actually going wrong at the finish line?

"I'm in a meeting. I'll be there shortly."

A long while later, a message finally came through. She let out a heavy sigh and continued waiting. By eleven-thirty, right as the office was preparing to close for lunch, her patience snapped. She dialed his number.

The call was declined. She gritted her teeth and redialed.

Just then, Killian walked toward her, his expression frigid. "Stop calling. I'm here."

Jillian immediately hung up. They were just in time.

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