The CEO's Substitute Ex-Wife-Chapter 213: A Broken Promise

At that time, she didn’t love him, so she felt nothing. But now, recalling it, it was like a knife blade cutting into her heart.

It hurt, terribly.

He had promised her he wouldn’t contact Han Bi again, wouldn’t betray her. Yet, why did he do such a thing, giving Han Bi the opportunity, the reason, to stand here and say these words to hurt her?

Every word was a heart-wrenching agony.

She could do nothing but quietly listen as Han Bi spoke of their intimacy, of how deep their love once was, of how Ye Feimo had yearned for her for seven years.

These things were already thorns in her heart, pulled out by Han Bi, causing pain once. But then Han Bi cruelly plunged them back in, making the heartache unbearable. Ye Feimo, how could you let Han Bi hurt me like this?

How could you?

She stood alone in the cold wind, the dim streetlights casting a thin layer of loneliness and sorrow on her back. Wen Nuan covered her face and slowly crouched down, tears falling through her fingers.

Love, hate, obsession, anger—why was it so hard to let go?

When Ye Feimo returned home, it was dark. Wen Nuan hadn’t come back, and the apartment was cold. A hint of disappointment flickered in the man’s deep eyes, slowly fading. He slumped onto the sofa, thinking Wen Nuan must have gone home.

Whenever she felt wronged, she would always run home.

She was alright today; otherwise, she wouldn’t be out so late.

He hesitated, then dialed Wen Nuan’s number. It rang for a long time, unanswered. Ye Feimo called again, still no answer. A sense of unease crept into his heart. Where had that girl gone?

Even if she was angry, she shouldn’t ignore his calls.

He angrily threw his phone, acting childishly again.

He washed up, changed into his pajamas, and then a message came through. It was from Han Bi: "Feimo, I was just downstairs from your place and happened to run into Wen Nuan, so I had her deliver the watch to you. This is the watch I gave you; it represents my feelings for you. If you don’t want it, you can throw it away yourself."

Ye Feimo was seething with anger, almost crushing his phone. Han Bi had called from downstairs just now, and met Wen Nuan?

He quickly grabbed his trench coat and rushed downstairs. He searched the garden, but couldn’t find Wen Nuan. Ye Feimo frowned. She was always afraid of the cold; she wouldn’t stay in the garden for long.

But he was still worried, so he dialed Wen Nuan’s phone again. A familiar ringtone came from the pavilion. Ye Feimo suddenly turned his head and saw Wen Nuan sitting alone in the garden pavilion.

That spot had no lights and was quite dim. Her body seemed to blend into the darkness, which was why he hadn’t seen her.

Ye Feimo ended the call and hurried over, his voice involuntarily stern. "Wen Nuan, what are you doing? It’s so cold; are you trying to kill yourself?"

Wen Nuan lowered her head, staring blankly at the small box in her hand. Ye Feimo guessed it was the watch Han Bi had given her.

She remained silent. Ye Feimo felt both heartache and worry. He couldn’t help but reach for her hand. It was ice cold to the touch. He was shocked, and his tone became urgent, wanting to pull her up and go back. But Wen Nuan pulled her hand away.

"Don’t touch me," Wen Nuan said coldly.

Her voice was like the cold wind at that moment. If the Wen Nuan from this morning was merely indifferent, the Wen Nuan now carried a bone-chilling coldness. Ye Feimo’s hand was swatted away, retracting empty.

His heart rose to his throat.

Wen Nuan stood up, her gaze indifferent. "Han Bi asked me to deliver this. Take it."

He didn’t reach for it. Wen Nuan shoved the watch into his hand and let out a few self-deprecating laughs. "I always thought you cared about me, at least a little. I always thought you wouldn’t lie to me. Turns out, it was all my illusion. I was too foolish, foolish enough to believe you without asking anything. Ye Feimo, you must be laughing at me, laughing at why there’d be such a stupid woman."

"What did she say to you?" Ye Feimo’s voice was cold and deep. Wen Nuan seemed to want to avoid the conversation and walk away, but Ye Feimo grabbed her, holding her firmly by his side. "Tell me, what exactly did Han Bi say? If you’re disappointed in me, at least give me a chance to explain. It’s not fair to sentence me to death with just a word."

"Fair?" Wen Nuan sneered. "You’re the one who told me there’s no such thing as fairness in this world, so why do you demand it? Ye Feimo, I think we’re not suitable for each other."

She broke free from Ye Feimo and walked out of the pavilion. The cold wind blew directly at her, and the chill in Wen Nuan’s heart intensified, unable to blow away her inner pain. She didn’t want to believe Han Bi, but the facts were right in front of her. What could she do if she didn’t believe them?

It was better for her to leave Ye Feimo herself than for him to get tired of her and ask her to leave.

Ye Feimo stared intently at the small box in his hand, his face as dark as water. His sculpted features were sharp and cold. He dangerously narrowed his phoenix eyes, then suddenly raised his hand and threw the watch into the artificial pond outside the pavilion.

With a splash, countless water droplets scattered.

Wen Nuan stopped, involuntarily turning back, slightly shaken. He threw that watch away?

Threw it away...

She gave a bitter smile. Why throw it away? Such a cherished item, it must hurt to discard it.

Ye Feimo’s silhouette in the dim light appeared particularly suppressed, his emotions seemingly held tightly in check. Wen Nuan thought wistfully, "He must be reluctant, mustn’t he? A watch worn for so many years, Han Bi’s heartfelt gift."

Just like that, discarded.

She slowly turned her head away. This had nothing to do with her anymore. What she cared about was not a watch, but Ye Feimo’s heart. His heart held Han Bi; even if he threw away the watch, he couldn’t throw away his feelings.

Perhaps it was time for her to leave him.

Ye Feimo caught up to her, gripping her arm. "Wen Nuan, what did she say to you?"

Wen Nuan gave a self-deprecating smile. "You don’t need to be nervous. She didn’t tell me anything, just some facts. For example, the story of this watch, your relationship with her, your yearning for her for seven years... and... when you were in F City, you were with her. Why was this watch left at her house? Ye Feimo, she can tell me the things you’ve lied about."

Wen Nuan thought, if Ye Feimo could refute just one thing, she wouldn’t believe what Han Bi said. But he didn’t refute a single word. So, everything Han Bi said must be true.

"So... you really have been lying to me all this time." Wen Nuan gritted her teeth, looking at him, holding back the tears threatening to spill. "If you don’t love me, you could have just told me. I’m not afraid to hear the truth, but I hate being lied to. Ye Feimo, I’m asking one more time, do you have anything else to explain?"

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