Billionaire's Unforgettable Ex-Wife
Chapter 300 - 214: I Am a Madman, Always Regretting Only After Losing Everything

Chapter 300: Chapter 214: I Am a Madman, Always Regretting Only After Losing Everything

Oliver Turner frowned as he looked at the tears in her eyes, his mouth twitching slightly.

Seeing her glaring at him with hatred, he simply turned his gaze away.

Faye Townsend let out a breath; she initially didn’t want to argue with him, she had planned to talk him through it calmly.

But... seeing him like this, it was really hard not to feel heartache.

The woman sitting on the edge of the bed, seeing that Faye might ruin her plans, stood up and gave Faye a shove.

"You must be sick, woman.

Why are you coming to someone else’s home to curse at people for no reason?"

"Shut up," Faye pointed at her face.

"Who are you to tell me to shut up? Is this your house? Do you make the rules? I won’t shut up, what can you do about it?"

Faye tightly clenched her fists, holding back her urge to lash out and hit someone.

She reached out, grabbed the woman’s arm, and started pulling her outward.

The woman tried to push Faye back, but Oliver Turner stepped forward and firmly grabbed her wrist.

He looked down at the woman, and inexplicably, she became a little flustered.

"This woman is making a scene; I was just worried she’d disturb you."

"Get out."

The woman smiled triumphantly at Faye: "Did you hear that, he wants you to get out."

Oliver Turner flung the woman’s hand aside: "I’m telling you to get out, get far away, and don’t ever let me see you again."

The woman was stunned for a moment and looked at him: "What... what did I do wrong?"

Faye looked at her coldly: "You haven’t done anything wrong, but what you’re hoping for will never happen.

If he truly wanted to be with you, it would have happened long before now."

The woman glared at Faye fiercely: "Isn’t this all because of you..."

"I told you to get out. Don’t make me say it a third time."

Oliver Turner’s gaze turned icy, and the woman nervously swallowed before rushing out.

Faye looked at him; he was still on her side, at least he didn’t let others bully her.

Oliver Turner turned around, walked to the bed, and sat down: "Don’t misunderstand, I didn’t do that to help you; I’m just a bit tired and want to rest."

Faye walked to the soft leather sofa opposite his bed, sat down, and looked at him: "Let’s talk."

Oliver Turner sneered: "No need, I know what you’re going to say."

"Then, what do you think I will say?"

Oliver Turner looked at her: "Faye, perhaps I know you better than I’d like to admit.

But some things, it’s really too late to say now.

I, Oliver Turner, never thought my life would reach a point of being manipulated by a woman.

You don’t need to apologize, nor tell me any grand principles.

I understand the principles too."

Faye gave a bitter smile: "So, you understand the principles, yet you’ve turned your life into this, right?"

Oliver Turner moved his gaze away, no longer looking at her: "Whatever my life has become is my own business.

There’s no need for you to intervene, nor to meddle in my affairs.

Aren’t you very happy now? Just focus on enjoying your happiness."

"Seeing you like this, how can I peacefully be happy?

Oliver, I know there’s resentment in your heart.

Tell me, what is it that is truly causing this?

I understand if you hate me, but regarding Clara’s matter, I really don’t understand what I did wrong?

We both know why you’re acting this way now.

But have you ever thought about why I had to do it this way?

Do you know how painful it is for Clara to be with you every day and not receive your love?

Can you offer Clara the marriage she desires?

Can you let her be happy like an ordinary woman?

If you can’t do that, then why can’t you smile and bless her?

Is it her fate to watch your suffering by your side?

Don’t you think Clara is really pitiful?"

Hearing Faye say this, Oliver Turner closed his eyes, took a breath, and remained silent.

She stood up again, slowly walked over to Oliver, and crouched down in front of him.

"Oliver, you just said you know why I’m here.

I want to tell you, you don’t.

Because I’m not here to ask for your forgiveness.

I truly don’t want you to forgive me; if your hatred for me makes you feel better, then I’m willing to bear your hatred for a lifetime.

But can I ask you not to torture yourself like this.

Seeing you like this really breaks my heart.

It’s not pity; it’s not sympathy; it’s true pain.

In my eyes, you are more important than my family, and seeing you like this, I really can’t be happy."

Faye said, unable to stop herself from crying, she raised her hand and held his hand.

"Aren’t you the legend of Anchester, a legend indeed.

How can you... be so caught up by two women.