He Left Me During My Miscarriage to Support His Ex—1 Year Later, He Returned to My DIVORCE Papers Chapter 05
Half a year after Silas Mercer left the country last year, I bought an apartment of my own.
Renovations had only just wrapped up recently.
His return lined up perfectly with my planned move-in date.
I ran into Silas downstairs in the residential complex while I was there to inspect the space.
He stood surrounded by a real estate agent, Luna Cole, and Luna’s mother and father.
We froze where we stood, staring each other down.
Silas’s face fell into stunned disbelief.
Neither of us expected to cross paths here, the encounter completely unplanned.
This marked the first time I’d come face-to-face with Luna Cole.
She had soft, gentle features with an air of quiet innocence hanging over her.
She pressed her lips together and offered me a small, sweet smile.
The real estate agent kept chattering away beside them.
“Wow, you’re such a lucky family.”
“Your daughter’s devoted to you, and your future son-in-law treats you just as well.”
“You get to reap the rewards of your children’s care at this age.”
Silas’s eyes stayed locked on me, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down.
“What are you doing here?”
I told him the plain truth.
“I came to check out my new apartment.”
Silas’s expression twisted with confusion.
You’re buying a place here?”
“I’ll walk through the unit with you after we finish up here.”
I shook my head to turn his offer down.
“I already closed on the property. I’m just here to inspect it today.”
I saw no point hiding the purchase from him—he would find out sooner or later anyway.
Silas froze for a beat, then raised one eyebrow in surprise.
“You’ve already bought it?”
I pulled on a faint smile.
“I’m heading inside now.”
He stepped directly in front of me, falling into step beside me before I could walk off.
Luna called out his name, her tone soft and warm.
“Huizheng, aren’t you going to keep touring apartments with me and my parents?”
The casual warmth in the way she called his name sent a sharp twinge through my chest.
Silas glanced down to meet my eyes for a split second before answering Luna.
“The agent can show you the rest of the properties.”
A short laugh escaped me; I simply found the whole scene ridiculous.
I’d fully expected him to stay by Luna’s side.
He followed me all the way up to my brand-new apartment, and I let him cross the threshold.
“Would you like a glass of water?”
“Make yourself at home.”
I kept every word and gesture strictly polite toward him.
His features clouded with tangled emotion as he stood rooted to the spot, watching me intently.
His narrow dark eyes swirled with deep feeling.
“When did you buy this apartment? Why didn’t you tell me something this important?”
I muttered my reply under my breath.
“I didn’t spend a single cent of your money on it.”
Silas’s brows drew together lightly, his voice slow and measured.
“That’s not what I meant at all.”
“I’m asking why you chose not to tell me.”
Why did I owe him constant updates on my personal life?
He’d spent months overseas tending to Luna’s parents, playing the dutiful family friend, and he’d never bothered updating me on that either.
I poured him a plain glass of water, maintaining that distant, courteous hospitality.
He reached out and pressed his palm down over mine, lifting his eyes to lock onto mine.
“We’re married.”
“Why do you act so formal and cold with me?”
I blinked once, then smiled without uttering a single word in response.
We left my new apartment and headed for the stairs when he suddenly spoke up.
“What’s the entry passcode for this place?”
I kept my gaze fixed on the floor.
This is my private property.”
My tone made it clear I had no intention of sharing the code with him.
He dropped the subject right away and began explaining the scene I’d witnessed downstairs with Luna.
“Her father’s medical condition has stabilized lately.”
This neighborhood has top-tier medical facilities nearby, and the real estate developer is an old friend of mine. I arranged for an agent to show them available units.”
I nodded, my eyes fixed on the glowing numbers ticking upward inside the elevator car.
He added another line quickly.
“Don’t misunderstand what you saw.”
I nodded again.
“I don’t have any misunderstandings.”
He repeated his plea for me not to misread the situation, desperate to clear up any wrong impressions.
Silently, I complained to myself about how agonizingly slow the elevator moved.
I answered him flatly.
“I’m truly not misunderstanding anything.”
Chaotic emotion swirled deep within his dark eyes.
