What Separates Me and You novel Chapter 378

When Robert suggested a divorce, Layla didn't purposely make things difficult for him. She knew she couldn't give him a son and that he required an heir. Therefore, she signed the divorce agreement and left Elysian though her heart ached.

After having fulfilled his wish and displaying generosity, she thought Robert would appreciate her more. What a joke. Within half a month of her leaving, he returned to the house with another woman and their son. That woman replaced her entirely. That was when Layla saw Robert's true colors. She felt like a clown, foolish and ridiculous. She had willingly made way for another woman. Since then, she had been living by herself with Lily her only concern, but this man took her daughter away too.

He didn't deserve to live!

The air in the mansion was freezing. Robert shuddered the moment he stepped inside. He walked further in with a frown.

Layla, who was sitting on the sofa, had intentionally dressed up. She wore an elegant red gown and styled her hair. Her graceful bearing shone through every movement she made—just like when they first met.

Robert paused when he saw her.

She poured some wine and glanced at Robert, smiling. "You're here."

He grew suspicious of her but hid it well. He nodded slightly and strode over to her, sitting across from her. "Why the sudden desire to drink?"

Layla looked at him, her smile turning bitter. "What else can I do besides drink?"

He took in her weariness and sorrow and was moved by the sight. "Don't overdo yourself at your age. It's not good for your health."

When she heard this, scorn crept into her eyes. "I know I don't have long to live. Since that's the case, I'd rather follow my heart instead of wallowing in regret when I'm no longer alive."

Robert was displeased at her words but said nothing as he remembered she was mourning.

She handed him a glass of wine. "Come, join me."

"I have to drive."

"Then stay." Layla gazed at him passionately. "Didn't you promise to keep me company?"

Robert stared back at her, and his gaze lasted a while. Finally, he took the glass from her and chugged it down.

Her lips curved into a smile when she saw him drink, her eyes glinting subtly. "Robert, have you felt any remorse toward me in the past years?"

Robert put down his glass and sighed in silence. "I have."

In the past, Layla was elegant and graceful, a noblewoman from a well-known family. She was gentle and caring toward him, a perfect lady of the house.

However, he bore no romantic feelings for her; he was merely pleased with her.

They were courteous to each other, and their married life was tasteless and mundane. After that, she could no longer conceive and took the initiative to give up her role as his wife. Everything she did was flawless. Because of that, Robert felt guilty when he occasionally thought of her.

"Then why didn't you help Lily seek justice? Why did you let her murderer go scot-free?"

Robert's brows knitted together, and he said in annoyance, "Haven't I explained to you? She's already dead. What use is there in picking fights over it? They're both my daughters. Will you consider it fair only if I kill Daphne just because Lily is dead?"