The Husband's Regret: Nightly Attempts at Reconciliation

Chapter 1

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I heard my husband found another girlfriend.

My friends urged me to catch him cheating.

I just smiled and refused.

Because I also had a boyfriend to take care of.

Lucas hated me and didn't like me being around him.

After enduring various humiliations from him, I got the hint and prepared to move out.

I had money, and I had a man.

I just didn't expect my mother-in-law to suddenly call me back to the family house.

She smiled and held my hand.

[Hazel, you and Lucas just need a child. Everything will be fine once you have a baby.]

I pulled my hand away.

Have a child?

How is that possible?

Even if I wanted to, Lucas would definitely tell me to get lost if he knew.

My mother-in-law seemed not to notice my attitude and grabbed my hand again, still smiling.

"Hazel, Mom knows you've been wronged these three years."

"I've already scolded him harshly. Don't worry, he's sincerely repentant this time. You two should spend more time together, and everything will be fine once you have a child."

"Give him one more chance, just one! Okay?"

After speaking, my mother-in-law called out towards the door.

A cold-faced man walked in reluctantly from outside.

My mother-in-law glared at him and continued to persuade me.

"Lucas is just a bit cold, but he still cares about you. Look, as soon as I mentioned you wanted a divorce, he came running back."

Lucas sat on the sofa, his brows slightly furrowed, revealing a hint of displeasure.

He looked up and glanced at me.

His eyes were cold and indifferent.

The chill in his gaze made me shudder.

"I, I don't think that's necessary, Mom. You know, feelings can't be forced."

Forcing it would only lead to bitter results!

At first, I was trapped in a corner, unable to see clearly.

Now, with the fog cleared, I knew that leaving was the best solution.

My mother-in-law's voice took on a worried tone: "Hazel, you know that parents' greatest wish is for their children to be happy."

After saying this, she looked up at me.

Seeing that I didn't respond and remained silent, she thought I was starting to waver: "Six months, try to get along with Lucas for six months."

"It's not about time..."

"Two months."

"Mom, Lucas and I really can't go on, we..."

"Hazel." My mother-in-law's smile completely disappeared, her tone carrying a hint of pressure: "Do you remember our first meeting three years ago?"

With that one sentence, all my words were swallowed back.

Debts must be repaid, and favors are hard to return.

On this matter, I would never have the right to speak.

Pursing my lips, I sighed softly: "Alright, Mom. Two months it is."

Only Lucas and I were left in the room.

"Don't overthink it. I didn't ask my mom to do this."

I stood up and moved to sit on the sofa opposite Lucas.

This position was a bit further from him.

He looked up and scoffed lightly.

"What are you pretending for? Do you think I believe you? Hazel, even if it's two months or two years, my feelings for you won't change. I hope you won't humiliate yourself again."

"Mm, I understand."

I've heard such words too many times; I'm numb to them now.

Perhaps because I was too calm this time.

A strange emotion flashed in Lucas's eyes, but it quickly returned to normal.

"Good that you understand."

Seeing that I wasn't paying attention to him anymore, just typing on my phone.

He seemed a bit displeased.

"Hazel, you know I don't love you, right? You know I have a girl I like outside, right? Are you feeling uncomfortable about it?"

Noisy and childish.

What he said used to hurt me, but now it just annoyed me.

After finishing editing the text.

I walked to the printer.

Soon after.

I sat back on the sofa with two pages of paper, keeping one for myself and pushing the other across the table to Lucas.

"See if there's anything you want to add."

Lucas seemed to take an eternity to read that single page.

After a while.

He frowned and asked me: "What do you mean by this?"

I said calmly.

"A mutual agreement, for two months, we don't interfere with each other, and we don't cross any lines."