The Ex-Wife He Can’t Have novel Chapter 84

Did she accidentally pack some of her own clothes by mistake?

"I don't have time to come pick it up. Could you just courier it to me?" Jillian asked.

"Of course."

Jillian gave them the address for The Yale Residences and ended the call.

At three in the afternoon, Connor was fully dressed and ready to go, clutching his art supplies.

Jillian drove the car, her heart heavy the entire way.

Sitting in his car seat in the back, Connor used his smartwatch to call Sylvia.

"You're not home today, Sylvia?" His disappointment was palpable.

"No, sweetie. I'm helping your dad with some work today..."

Sylvia's sweet, gentle voice drifted from the tiny speaker.

For some reason, Jillian let out a breath of relief.

Her desire to avoid Sylvia had nothing to do with Killian.

It was because she couldn't stomach the sight of Sylvia playing the perfect, doting daughter with Silas Xavier.

Yes, she was jealous. Jealous enough to lose her mind.

Killian didn't love her; he loved Sylvia.

She could somewhat accept that. After all, there was a massive gap in social status between her and Killian, whereas Sylvia and Killian were childhood sweethearts from equally prestigious families.

But Silas didn't love her either. He loved Sylvia too.

That, she couldn't comprehend, nor could she accept it.

What had she done wrong? Why did even her own biological father refuse to love her?

The car rolled to a stop in front of a sprawling white villa.

Jillian rested her hands on the steering wheel, steadying her breathing.

It felt as if she had been transported back to the night before her parents' divorce. The pale crescent moon had hung in the sky like an open wound—a wound that had festered inside her for years, never once healing.

"Mom, what's wrong? Open the door," Connor's voice snapped her back to reality.

Jillian quickly unlocked the doors and led him out of the car.

Standing before the villa's grand entrance, she crouched down, attempting to negotiate.

"How about you go in by yourself, and I'll wait out here for you, okay?"

Connor's eyes went wide with confusion.

A surge of heat welled in her eyes, and Jillian knew with absolute certainty that she would never be able to forgive Silas Xavier.

"Jillian?"

Gibson Xavier asked in sheer astonishment.

Jillian hastily wiped the moisture from the corners of her eyes.

"Dr. Xavier."

A flicker of pleasant surprise ignited in Gibson's chest.

He assumed she had sought him out because of the sudden change in her attending psychiatrist.

"Let's go inside."

"No, thank you. I'm fine sitting right here."

Gibson had been on his way out, but hearing her decline, he paused and took a seat at the outdoor patio table across from her.

"How have you been feeling lately?"

He asked several professional questions regarding her depression.

Jillian answered each one mechanically.