Return, My Love: Wooing the Neglected Ex-Wife

Chapter 659:

Unlike Jett, Fannie wasn’t as angry about what had happened. She didn’t quite understand why, either. But seeing Jett so distressed, she nodded, hoping to appease him.

Jett started the car, his expression colder than before. “We’ll go to the police station and report that bastard.”

If Bobby were charged with the crime, he would likely face at least five years in prison.

Fannie hesitated, knowing that Bobby wasn’t entirely at fault. He hadn’t forced her into anything. She had thought he was Jett, and what had happened was nothing more than a series of unfortunate coincidences.

As the car sped along, Fannie broke the silence. “How did you know I was there?”

Jett glanced at her briefly before answering, his voice steady. “I got a call from the kidnapper. That’s when I rushed to find you.”

Fannie processed the timing. If Jett had received the call at the same time as Bobby, he wouldn’t have arrived so late. It was likely that the kidnapper had timed the abduction perfectly, ensuring that Jett would walk in and find her with Bobby in that compromising situation.noveldrama

Before the incident, Bobby had warned her over the phone that someone might be targeting her. Now, it seemed clear that the whole thing had been a setup to destroy her reputation. Bobby and Jett were simply pawns in a much larger scheme.

With that realization, Fannie felt a strange sense of relief that it had been Bobby and not someone else. “Bobby isn’t at fault, Jett,” she said quietly.

She explained her analysis to him, telling Jett that the kidnapper had orchestrated the entire abduction to tear them apart. It was likely someone from his past—one of his admirers, perhaps—who had pulled the strings behind the scenes.

Fannie felt a small amount of comfort in the fact that, despite seeing her with Bobby, Jett had still chosen to stand by her. But she could see the determination in his eyes. One thing was clear: he was going to report Bobby to the police and make sure he paid for what had happened.

“You must go to the police station and report that bastard for what he did to you. Otherwise, it will haunt me for the rest of my life,” Jett said, his brooding gaze fixed on the road, the streetlights casting fleeting shadows across his face.

Fannie was taken aback by his words, which washed over her like a wave of guilt.

“If it bothers you, then I think we—” Her words were interrupted when Jett slammed on the brakes, bringing the car to an abrupt stop in the middle of the road. He looked at her, his eyes burning with an intensity that startled her.

He had been trying to avoid the subject, but Fannie had brought it up, triggering his emotions.

“Of course, it bothers me,” he admitted, though he quickly tried to mask the depth of his feelings. “I’m not bothered,” he added, his voice tight, as if forcing the words out.

Fannie knew he was lying, and a bitter smile crossed her lips. “But the look on your face says otherwise, Jett. I don’t know if I’m at fault, but I feel like we can’t keep doing this.”

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