My Ex-Husband Begged Me to Take Him Back - Chapter 259

Chapter 259: The debts Chapter 259: The debts Ava stood frozen, her mind a whirlpool of bittersweet memories and unhealed wounds.

Her hand instinctively drifted to her abdomen, the phantom ache of loss washing over her as she remembered the child she had never met.

The weight of that grief mingled with the fear of reopening her heart, a fear that had kept her guarded all this time.

She wasn’t ready to accept his proposal, not yet.

Dylan’s heart shook as the silence stretched.

“Ava, I know I’ve failed you before.

But I swear to you, I’ve changed.

I’ve learned from my mistakes.” His desperation was evident now.

“I promise, I’ll take care of you for the rest of my life.

I’ll be the man you deserve, the partner you’ve always needed.

Will you €“ will you trust me back?

I really love you.” Ava blinked through her tears.

“I’m not ready for a marriage,” she managed, her throat tightening.

“I need time.” Dylan stood frozen, the words hitting him like a cold wind.

He couldn’t find his voice for a moment, disappointment coiling tightly around his heart.

But then he forced himself to breathe, reminding himself that Ava had given him a chance to pursue her.

She wasn’t shutting the door completely, and that sliver of hope was enough for him to hold on.

‘One step at a time,’ he thought.

Swallowing the lump in his throat, he closed the ring box and slipped it back into his pocket.

He mustered a smile despite the ache in his heart.

“That’s okay,” he said softly.

“There is no rush.

Take all the time you need.” Ava turned away, brushing the tears from her cheeks as she tried to compose herself.

Dylan looked around with uneasiness, his own emotions squeezing his chest.

Clearing his throat, he broke the silence.

“You must be tired.

Go ahead to the room and rest.

I’ll get the bags.” His words were hurried, like he couldn’t bear to linger any longer.

Before she could respond, he strode out of the house.

Once by the car, Dylan leaned forward, bracing himself against the roof.

His breath came in shallow gasps, the weight of his feelings crashing down on him.

He clenched his hand over his chest.

“It hurts.

It hurts so much.” His voice was heavy, his anguish spilling out in waves.

He had promised to give her time, and he would-no matter how much it hurt.

~~~~~~~~ When Erica finally got home, her face was etched with despair.

Her dress was stained, and her eyes were bloodshot from the torrent of tears she had shed.

She was humiliated, and her pride was trampled.

At that moment, she wanted nothing but revenge.

She would make them all pay.

As she moved down the hallway, she came to a halt when she heard her mother’s laughter coming out of the closed room.

A fresh wave of rage surged through her veins.

How could her mother laugh so blissfully when she was in a helpless state?

It was as if the sound of laughter was mocking her pain, amplifying her helplessness.

Erica’s hands curled into trembling fists at her sides.

With the storm in her eyes, she marched forward and pounded on the door.

Lydia stopped talking, pulling the phone a little away from her ear and glancing at the door.

She put the phone back into her ear and said, “I’ll call you later.” Ending the call, she went to answer the door, and the sight of Erica’s disheveled state came into her view.

Erica’s dress was wrinkled and stained, her makeup smudged, and her expression a mixture of despair and frustration.

Lydia grimaced, her lips curling in distaste.

“What on earth happened to you?” “Oh, you finally noticed me,” Erica snapped.

“I thought I didn’t exist anymore.

You’ve been so wrapped up in your new boyfriend, you forgot you even have a daughter.” Lydia’s eyes flashed with irritation.

“What nonsense are you spouting now?

You are in this state because of your own stupidity.

I’ve cleaned up after you more times than I can count, and you never learn.

What mess have you gotten yourself into this time?” Erica’s bravado crumbled in an instant, replaced by a mask of despair.

Her lips quivered, and tears welled up in her eyes as she stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Lydia in a sudden embrace.

Her sobs came fast and heavy.

Lydia stiffened at first, caught off guard, but then softened.

She placed a hand on Erica’s back and gently patted it.

“Why are you crying?

Did someone hurt you?” Erica hesitated, burying her face into Lydia’s shoulder as her mind raced.

She needed money desperately, and this was her chance to get it.

Or else she would be doomed.

But she also knew getting money from Lydia would be tough this time.

“Yes,” she replied.

“They bullied me.” Lydia pulled back just enough to search Erica’s tear-streaked face, her hands firmly gripping her daughter’s shoulders.

“Who bullied you?

And what do they want?” Erica wiped her tears, adopting a pitiful look as she carefully chose her words.

“I still have some debts to clear.

I begged them for more time, but they refused.

They want the money in two days.” Lydia’s frown deepened, suspicion flashing in her eyes.

“Debts?

Again?

I already gave you money to clear your debts.

Don’t tell me you didn’t use it for that.” Erica quickly shook her head, trying to mask her nervousness.

“No, no, it’s not the same ones.

Those are paid.

These€¦ these are different debts.” “Erica,” Lydia muttered, grounding her teeth.

“Different debts, or just another one of your lies?

How many debts do you have?

How much do you owe this time?” Erica pursed her lips, hesitating for a moment.

“Fifty million.” “What?

Fifty million?” Lydia exclaimed in shock.

“Are you for real?” “Mom, please,” Erica begged, clasping Lydia’s hands tightly.

Her desperation seeped into every word.

“I really need your help.

I don’t have anyone else to turn to.” Lydia yanked her hands free, her expression hardening further.

“I don’t have that kind of money.

And even if I did, why would I give it to you?

Go find another way to repay your debts.” Lydia turned her back to Erica, dismissing her pleas.