Chapter 567

Alexander still hadn't figured out what to say once they got in. Elizabeth checked the time, feeling super annoyed. She let out a long sigh. Alexander had to look at her. She looked really ticked off, causing his eyes to darken slightly.

“Is it really that bad for you? Are you really that against it?” His voice was rough, filled with a helpless vibe. “Should I be okay with this? Facing an ex-husband who hurt me so much, tell me, how should I feel?” Elizabeth turned to look at him. She often wished someone could tell her what to do, yet she knew she had to figure it out on her own.

“Elizabeth, I was with Esme because I thought she saved me. It was only after we split that I realized I didn’t like her at all. The one I… I like is you?” he tried to explain.

But Elizabeth cut him off quickly. She didn’t even want to hear him say he liked her. “Whether you have feelings for Esme or not, the damage you’ve done to me is already there.” Those wounds were like scars, and she couldn’t just forget them. Every time he yelled at her for Esme, she remembered it deeply. Even though she knew it was a misunderstanding that made Alexander like Esme, Elizabeth still couldn’t forgive him. Because Alexander’s feelings for her were never solid. To him, Elizabeth was a negligible presence.

He thought Esme saved him and felt he had to marry her. So Alexander divorced Elizabeth and married Esme. When Esme turned out not to be the one who saved him, he immediately wanted to go back to Elizabeth. Only Elizabeth truly loved Alexander. Even when lost, she foolishly persisted and stayed loyal. She really felt wronged for giving seven years of her life to such an irresponsible person.

Before, she could still tell herself that although Alexander supported the Tudor Group, he was also only around twenty years old, and immaturity was normal. But now, she really couldn’t comfort herself. He wasn’t the safe harbor she wanted; getting back together with him was impossible.

“Stop up ahead, I really don’t need a ride.” Elizabeth’s voice was cold, without any warmth. Alexander looked at Elizabeth’s face, which was so heartless. He had never seen her heartless.

“Nolan, stop up ahead.” His voice was muffled. Nolan was a bit surprised. He thought, Alexander is really letting Elizabeth out of the car? “We’re almost there,” he said. Alexander turned his gaze to the window, his voice heavy, “Stop up ahead.” Elizabeth gave him a meaningful look.

Nolan was silent for three seconds, then found a bus stop and pulled over. When Elizabeth was about to get out, Alexander called her, “Elizabeth.” Elizabeth didn’t stop. But as she closed the door, she heard him say, “I’m sorry.”