She Chose Him, Now She Wants Me Back

From a campus romance to marriage, Dominic Fleming had always believed he led a perfect life. His wife, Isabella Sinclair, was dazzlingly beautiful. Their daughter, Lilith, was sweet and obedient.

Dominic sometimes told himself he must have been a saint in a past life to deserve such happiness. Everything began to change the moment Isabella's so-called "sworn brother," Alexander Grant, entered their lives. Alex's name appeared more and more often, and it crept into every corner of their marriage.

For Lilith's sake, Dominic endured the strain again and again until the day of the accident. As he lay on the operating table with his life hanging by a thread, Isabella was not at his side—she was with Alexander instead. That was the moment Dominic's heart finally turned cold.

So why did Isabella regret it?

She knelt with Alexander, who likewise barely clung to life, and wept as she begged Dominic for forgiveness.

"Dom, I know I was wrong. Let's get married again. I will make him kneel and beg you for forgiveness," Isabella said.

"Scram," Dominic replied.

Isabella nodded eagerly. "Fine. I will throw him out right now!"

"Get the fuck out too!" Dominic barked.

At Riverside Residence in Skyline City…

Dominic Fleming dialed his wife while his daughter watched him with eager eyes. He smiled as he spoke. "Bella, are you off work yet? Lily and I are waiting for you at home!"

It was his 30th birthday, and a large cake already sat on the table.

"Honey…" Isabella Sinclair hesitated before finally saying, "I'll be late. The company just wrapped up a major project, and we're holding a celebration dinner."

Dominic's smile stiffened. Unwilling to let it go, he said, "Bella, can't the dinner wait until tomorrow? It's… my birthday today."

Silence pressed against his ear, sinking his heart.

At last Isabella spoke again, guilt lacing her voice. "Honey, the celebration's already set. I can't dampen everyone's spirits. I'll come back later and celebrate with you then, okay?"

The last trace of Dominic's smile vanished, and his tone grew heavy. "The dinner… it's for him, isn't it?"

"You've got it wrong," Isabella rushed to explain. "Yes, Alex led this project, but the dinner is for the whole company."

Dominic let out a cold laugh. "Keep telling yourself that."

His tone made Isabella bristle. "Must you always spin these meaningless suspicions in your head? How many times do I have to tell you? There's nothing between Alex and me! It's just a birthday. I'm still coming home."

Dominic sneered quietly. "Just a birthday?"

He held back harsher words for his daughter's sake and ended the call.

Lilith Fleming was six years old. When she saw her father put the phone down, disappointment clouded her eyes. "Mom's not coming home?"

Dominic forced a smile. "She'll be back later, Lily. Why don't you watch some TV for now?"

Lilith nodded reluctantly.

After settling her on the sofa, Dominic stepped onto the balcony, pulled out a cigarette, and lit it.

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