Dear Ex-wife, Marry Me novel Chapter 1421

But the woman before him was nothing like the gentle Arlene. Her demeanor was cool, yet a hint of mirth danced in her eyes. The pair stood inches apart, cozily leaning into each other.

Augus gazed into the camera, his eyes brimming with an affection that seemed on the verge of spilling over.

The woman didn't hold his hand, but her eyes were brimming with intelligence and clarity.

Dylan felt a jolt in his spine as if struck by something, and he stumbled several steps backward.

Once he steadied himself, he let out a small breath.

For a split second, he thought her eyes resembled another pair he had seen recently, but he couldn't place where he had seen them before.

The woman in the photo bore no resemblance to the current maternal figure of Arlene.

Arlene had become the archetype of the domesticated housewife, her life revolving entirely around her home.

But the eyes of the woman in the photograph held a universe—ambition, aspiration, even a hint of the infinite.

Her gaze was clear yet worldly, indescribable—in its presence, one felt a jolt of awe.

Dylan studied the photo for a moment longer before slowly placing it back in Augus's palm.

The photo lay silent and still between his fingers.

A pang of discomfort washed over Dylan. He had planned to go back to Judith, but now his mind was elsewhere. He decided to spend the night at the Sanders residence.

When he awoke, his phone was bombarded with over thirty missed calls—all from Judith.

He hurriedly returned the call, and as soon as she answered, her sobs flooded through.

"Dylan, you didn't come home last night, did you? Every time I close my eyes, I see those men's faces, and some people from the past sent me a couple of videos. Why do they have those videos? Who recorded them, could it be Maja? Is she trying to ruin me in the North American elite groups, to destroy me?"

"I hate her so much, I just hate her! Why doesn't she just die! Someone like her shouldn't even be alive!"