Dear Ex Your Request For A Reunion Is Rejected novel Chapter 46

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Chapter 46

“Sw she lowered her voice and said, “Mr.

“Lucien!” Ophelia saw Lucien take a step forward, and she immediately held onto his Vaughn’s men are watching us from the back.”

Yet, Lucien’s gaze was fixed on Calista, who closed her eyes and stubbornly turned aside. Even though it hurt her neck to do so, she didn’t have the courage to look at them anymore.

Memories of the past kept replaying in her mind. At that moment, no insult or violence was crueler than the look Lucien was giving her.

“Lucien, Calista has no dignity or self–respect. She brought this on herself. You can’t risk ruining the company’s reputation for someone like her.” Ophelia noticed Lucien wrestling with himself, and she immediately began persuading him.

Eventually, he left with Ophelia in his arms, leaving the unbearable scene behind him.

By now, it felt as if Calista and Ophelia had been returned to their rightful places.

Calista was destined to be despised, her dignity shredded into pieces. Meanwhile, Ophelia lived the life of a noblewoman, forever untarnished and dignified.

Calista gave up resisting altogether. The last sliver of hope in her heart was trampled on as well. She remained slumped on the floor as

Isabel lobbed scornful insults at her.

In truth, she knew Lucien would never help her out of this mess. After all, the public simply couldn’t picture it. She was married to the most prestigious man in Dorcan. Yet, she got picked on at the hospital, and she had to watch as her husband left with another lady.

Calista had been utterly humiliated, and the last thing she wanted was for Lucien to see her in this miserable state.

She wasn’t even sure how it happened, but she was eventually pulled out of the bleak situation. She vaguely remembered a big, white coat with the scent of disinfectant draped over her shoulders.

“Calista, Calista!” Alexander took her back to his office.

She had a completely vacant look on her face as she sat on the couch. It seemed like she had just suffered a crushing emotional blow.

He saw the state she was in when he came back with some antiseptic cotton swabs, feeling a surge of bitterness in his heart.

“Calista, are you alright?” Alexander very rarely spoke to his patients in this tone, but she made him feel powerless. He could do nothing but hope desperately that she would pull herself together.

“Dr. Lester, I–I didn’t seduce Mr. Finnegan.” Calista finally spoke up after a brief period of silence, her voice hoarse and low. Tears slid down her cheeks, mingling with blood as they traced her hollowed features.

“I know you didn’t do it. Alexander believed what she said without any hesitation.

Calista couldn’t help but chuckle. Her reality was harsh and pitiful, bringing to mind a vibrant rose caught in terrifying flames. Beautiful, but ultimately doomed.

“We’ve only met each other a few times, yet you’re willing to believe me?”

Alexander fell silent. All of a sudden, the opulence he saw felt utterly ironic. No one could’ve possibly known that Calista was living such a miserable life, even when everyone envied her for being Lucien’s wife.