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Even If You Beg Me a Thousand Times, I’ll Never Return to a Bastard Like You

Six years after our divorce, I ran into Jeffrey at a cake shop. The moment he walked in, the shop assistant greeted him with a familiar smile. "Professor Johnson, are you here to get strawberry cake for your wife again? Same as always, right? I'll wrap it up for you." Jeffrey simply nodded. Then, when he saw the two packed mango cakes in my hand, he told the waiter. "Please, add hers to my bill." I politely refused as I took out my card to pay, but he was faster and swiped his card first. "This cake is almost a hundred dollars apiece. You used to save up for ages to buy one. I'm a university professor, after all. My financial situation is a little better than yours, so don't be so polite." However, I still refused to accept it. He glanced over my outfit and sighed softly. "Annabeth, it's been so many years. Are you still holding a grudge?" I smiled faintly. "You're overthinking it." My fingers unconsciously brushed the wedding ring on my left hand. The truth was, I already had a new husband and child. So, I didn't have time to hold a grudge against another man.