I Returned to the Day He Brought His First Love Home-Chapter 44: A Man’s Fickleness

"Where’s security? Someone get security, quickly. This workshop is a restricted area. Unauthorized personnel aren’t allowed to just wander in and out."

In reality, the textile factory didn’t have any secrets to speak of.

Grace Winslow was just deliberately trying to provoke Ivy White.

After all, Ivy White had been hanging around her a lot lately, and it was getting rather annoying.

She just wanted to make a clean break with her past. Ideally, they would never cross paths again for the rest of their lives. She had no desire for any more involvement with Ivy White and Caleb Forrest.

Security arrived quickly, and with them was Caleb Forrest, who had also been notified.

When Caleb Forrest saw Ivy White, he walked right up and slapped her without a second word. "Who told you to come out here and make a fool of yourself? Now get the hell back home!"

Ivy White clutched her face, her expression a mixture of shock and grief.

The man who had once treasured her like a precious jewel now looked at her as if she were something filthy.

Grace Winslow didn’t even spare Caleb Forrest a glance; she walked straight past him and left.

Caleb Forrest watched her retreating figure, his eyes filled with regret.

’He really must have lost his mind back then to have been so thoroughly fooled by Ivy White and brought her home.’

Now, his home was in utter chaos, and he could barely make a move at the factory.

The promotion he had been so sure of getting was now completely out of the question, all because of the scene Ivy White had caused.

On top of that, he was now thousands in debt. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

The love Caleb Forrest had felt for Ivy White in his past life was matched only by the hatred he felt for her now.

In this life, without the thoughtful Grace Winslow to solve his every problem, Caleb Forrest was faced with a mountain of messes. For the first time, he truly missed how good she had been to him.

Unfortunately, Grace Winslow was no longer willing to even spare him a second glance.

Grace Winslow had the day off tomorrow, so after work, she planned to go to her parents’ house for dinner.

It had been almost half a month since the divorce, and she still hadn’t found the time to visit home.

The finance department didn’t have a fixed quitting time. In theory, as long as you finished your work, you could leave whenever you wanted.

However, most people usually stayed until after 5:30 PM.

Since Grace Winslow was heading to her parents’, she gave May Callahan a heads-up and left a little after three.

Ivy White was just returning from grocery shopping when she saw Grace Winslow riding her bicycle out of the factory gate. A flash of venomous hatred crossed her eyes.

After leaving the textile factory, Grace Winslow stopped by the co-op. She bought a lot of snacks for her young nephew and niece, purchased a cut of meat, and since the co-op had just gotten a shipment of cured chickens, she bought one of those as well.

With her bicycle basket stuffed full of bags, Grace Winslow rode straight home.

Just as she arrived downstairs, she happened to run into Lily Callahan coming home with her son. Seeing Grace, Lily hurried over to greet her.

"Grace, you’re back? Why’d you buy so many things?"

Grace pushed the bags into Lily Callahan’s hands while taking her little nephew’s. "I’m divorced and living alone now, so I don’t have many expenses. Besides, what’s wrong with spending a little money on my own nephew and niece?"

"Auntie," Ryan Winslow said, running over to hug Grace Winslow’s leg.

Grace Winslow bent down and swept the little guy up into her arms.

"Auntie, you’re pretty."

The little boy snuggled against Grace.

"Ryan, get down. Don’t make your aunt carry you," Lily Callahan chided, already holding all the things Grace had bought.

Ryan Winslow climbed down from Grace’s arms and took her hand, leading her upstairs.

On their way up, they ran into several neighbors, all of whom were sizing Grace Winslow up.

Apparently, news of her divorce had already spread. Her neighbors’ gazes were filled with probing curiosity.