Unmasked My CEO Ex-Husband’s Regret novel Chapter 50

Melody had tortured herself endlessly over this, agonizing day and night over whether she had done something terribly wrong to make him hate her so much.

She had desperately asked her mom about it a dozen times, and Elara had fiercely promised it had absolutely nothing to do with her.

Yet, because her dad outright refused to show his face, she had never been able to drag the truth out of the primary suspect. The crushing doubt had gnawed at her soul.

Until this exact moment, when she watched him casually obliterate his own ironclad dinner-table decree.

"Dad, you've been a massive liar lately,"

Melody stated with devastating clarity. "And I really, really don't like liars."

Julian's heart plummeted straight into his stomach. "I'm sorry."

"I don't want your apologies anymore!"

Waving her tiny hand in a scathingly adult gesture of dismissal, she cut him off cold. "Because every single time you say you're sorry, you just do the exact same bad thing the very next day. Your apologies are fake."

Julian was utterly paralyzed.

He whipped his head toward Elara. No matter how much of a genius his daughter was, she was barely four years old! How the hell could a toddler execute such a flawless, air-tight interrogation?!

Elara looked entirely unbothered.

Melody's extreme sensitivity simply made her insecure and prone to overthinking. It certainly didn't mean she was blind to glaring hypocrisy.

In fact, hyper-sensitive people possessed a terrifyingly accurate intuition, allowing them to slice through the bullshit and zero in on the core rot much faster than the average person.

As long as she was anchored by fierce love and bottomless patience, she was fully capable of unraveling the deceit on her own terms, free of all that crushing guilt.

Elara could have spent hours explaining away his relentless abandonment, but nothing hit harder than letting the child witness his treachery firsthand.

She had genuinely assumed it would take months to systematically dismantle Melody's desperate dependency on him.

She never could have predicted that something as trivial as scrolling through texts over breakfast would be the definitive nail in Julian's coffin.

"Eat your breakfast,"

Sensing the execution was complete, Elara smoothly pressed the fork back into Melody's hand. "If you wait any longer, the pasta will get cold and gross."

And the most terrifying part? Melody had never spoken to him with such brutal disrespect before.

No matter how sharp she was, she was a literal four-year-old.

What did a toddler actually comprehend about morality and hypocrisy?

Everything a kid that age spouted was purely a parrot-like echo of the adults raising them.

Elara must have been aggressively brainwashing Melody behind his back, systematically planting the idea that he was a monster.

Without her mother's vicious coaching, there was no way a toddler would have the guts to publicly humiliate him.

His uneasy confusion rapidly morphed into pure, scorching fury.

Julian simply couldn't fathom the depths of her betrayal.

While he had been busy outside the house, Elara had been relentlessly weaponizing her own marital resentment, pouring all her toxic bitterness directly into their daughter's head.

As a mother, how could she be so unfathomably evil as to draft a four-year-old onto the front lines of their adult warfare?!