Chapter 228 Jackson's Heartache
Jackson felt a sharp pang in his chest, prompting him to reach up and tug at his tie heavily.
"Good ex-husband? But we haven't officially divorced yet!" he fumed.
"That's why I'm begging you. Anyway, you just agreed to me." Lillian frowned slightly, showing a bit of temper, much better than her previous cold and callous demeanor.
Jackson's cold and stern expression softened as he said, "What does it mean to be a good ex-husband?"
"It means not to appear in front of me anymore. Fulfill my wish to leave," Lillian replied softly.
She hoped that Jackson wouldn't come back and keep shaking her. She couldn't bear this kind of tug-of-war. She was afraid that she found herself falling into an abyss when she turned back again.
Jackson suddenly clenched his fists, a hint of bitterness in his eyes.
He didn't expect that Lillian's final plea to him was just to let her go to get her away from him..
She was truly his good girl, saying the harshest words with the most obedient appearance.
He didn't want to let go of Lillian, but she was innocent for these four years.
She was innocently trapped in the Frane family and their marriage.
She was ignored by him and despised by others.
After his four years of neglect and indifference towards her, what right did he have to keep her?
"Alright, I'll fulfill your wish," After a long pause, Jackson's throat rolled and his voice was dry as he spoke.
"Thank you, Jackson." Lillian raised her lips, and after speaking, she turned around, opened the door, and got right out of the car.
Jackson watched her resolutely walk away, a layer of bloodshot gradually appearing in his eyes.
He closed his eyes suddenly.
He fulfilled her wish, but who would make up for his regret and countless emotions?
Jackson didn't know that when Lillian got out of the car, the calmness and lightness that had been forced on her face had already shattered.
How could she easily let go?
She still remembered lying on the hospital bed in pain but with a secret and shameful sweetness in her heart.
She thought it might be better this way. The twist of fate made her the woman of Jackson. Perhaps this was a destined fate.
She finally had the opportunity to express to her beloved Jackson the feelings that had long been buried deep in her heart, which she dared not speak.
She hoped Jackson would come to see her, and she would bravely confess to him. She would say that she wasn't sad at all and that she had actually been fond of him for a long time.
Not the kind of fondness a sister had for a brother, but the kind a young woman had for a lover.
But she didn't get to wait for Jackson, only the news that he left the country after being whipped by Lyra for not facing her.
Her wounds had healed long before, but she only truly felt torn apart.
Later, she gathered the courage to call him but could never reach him.
When he finally answered her call, she explained what happened that night, only to be met with his cold sarcasm.
His tone was just like those who mocked and scorned her.
He refused to believe her, saying her affection disgusted him, calling her fake.
The more he said this, the more shamelessly she clung to him for four years.
Everything was vivid in her mind. Too much grievance, pain, and disappointment surged in her heart, and tears fell to the ground.
Every drop of tear warned her she must not turn back.
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