Dear Ex-Wife, You Are MINE! novel Chapter 171

LILY...

I lied. I did not have dinner. I am too full of insults and bitterness, lacking my appetite. Even if I let go of today's incident thinking of a regular nightmare, I could not put my mind at ease. I still need to manage 170k in two weeks.

Tears of menace finally rolled down my cheeks as I slipped on the cold floor of the bathroom. What would I do now? I have no family or friends to support. My only family was lying in the hospital bed, fighting for her life day and night.

What would I do now? Why God is doing this to me? I looked up at the ceiling.

Grandma used to say God sees us, hears us and helps us if we choose the right path. Then why is he not helping her? Why is she suffering? She was a good soul, and neither did I do any wrong in life, then why? Why God is taking my loved ones one by one? First mom and now Grandma. What did I do wrong? Please tell me...

I cried, demanding an answer from God. Where did I go wrong in life?

Can you just give her back to me? Please... I hugged my knees close and tried to muffle my hiccups.

Please, give her back. Please... I couldn't even cry aloud. Everything seemed to fall apart. My entire world was crumbling. Please, help me, God...

I rubbed my chest. It hurts so bad. All the suppressed sorrows. I am a human, I have limitations to accept hardship.

Can you please take it away? This pain... It hurts so much... Will you help me, God? Please, just this one time...

I sat there, crying. Didn't know how long I was there, I couldn't stop my tears. Never realised I still have tears to shed. Wasn't it enough already?

A sudden knock on the door startled me, stripping me out of my thoughts.

"Are you coming out? I need to use the toilet." His tone made me realise the harsh truth once more. I truly lost my freedom.

"Ye-ah, coming." Replying, I washed my face and opened the door. He was standing against the wall. Seeing me, his brow raised.

However, I was not in the mood to reply and walked passed him. He could think whatever he wanted, I am not in the state to argue or hear his nags.

I heard the door closed behind me. He went to the toilet. Needed to get on the bed before he came out.

Immediately I picked up the extra pillow and a quilt for him and set it on the couch. He can sleep here and was about to get in bed when he came out.

His eyes settled on the couch, "It's for you." Saying, I put one leg on the bed when, "No way!"

Paused, I turned to the man, "What do you mean?"

"I am not gonna sleep there. No way." He declined. "I am not gonna even fit in that!"

I turned to the couch and then his height. Well, he's right.

"Then where do you plan to sleep?" I asked.

"Of course, on the bed." In the next second, my second-hand bed made a little disapproving sound as he occupied a good part of the bed.

I blinked and stared at the audacity of this man. "Wh-what the hell!? How could you just lay on my bed? Then where am I gonna sleep?"

He yawned leisurely, "It's your bed, so..." He gestured to the empty side, "Your petite figure must fit in this place."

I stood there dumbfounded. This man not only invaded my privacy in my apartment, he even seized my bed! Fuck!

I went to the office and the first thing I did was to search for Jacob and ask him to help me find missing cases of young men around 25-35, covering the entire city.

He happily agreed to help without asking a single question. Thank God!

I returned to my desk, preparing for my real case file, when my phone vibrated. I frowned at the caller, it's an unknown number.

Did His Highness wake up and dying in hunger? The thought once again satisfied me as I let the phone vibrate for a few more seconds and then picked up, ready to hear his pleading tone...

"What happened?" I asked, heaving my tone.

"It's me, Theodore..." The second his tone rang in my ear, my entire body froze. Even if he didn't introduce him, I would know who he is.

Out of all, I did not expect his call this early morning. Heck! Not at least in this life!

"Are you there?" His tone came again, shaking my thoughts. The coldness in his words was enough to scratch my heart.

Gulping hard, I managed myself and nodded, "Yes, what is it?"

"Do you have time?" He asked, making me nervous.

"W-hy?" I was discreet. Something doesn't feel right.

"Meet me in the 'Sunshine' cafe near your office. I am waiting." He said and cut the call.

I stared at the phone. Didn't know what to think about this. It was my sole desire to get his call. Him to ask me out. It happened and I should be happy about it, but why it's raising a negative feeling within me?