Starting with A Divorce by Gloria Warren

Chapter 272 Regret

The Baldry’s house.

When Cason returned home, he saw Lindsay smiling. “Mom, what’s up?”

“The result of Kaliyah’s pregnancy test came back. I specifically begged a friend to get me in. He watched you grow up since you were a child. Fortunately, a pregnancy test is necessary. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have been able to get in. Those policemen guarded Kaliyah like guarding a prisoner. I couldn’t even take in some food,” Lindsay complained.

“Mom, what about the result of the pregnancy test?” Cason hurriedly reminded his mother.

“Silly me! I’ve forgotten such an important thing. It’s a boy! Our family won’t end with you! I won’t have to worry about this thing anymore.”

Though she said so, she was even more worried. “Kaliyah is now tightly guarded. I can’t even go in

to take care of her!”

Cason didn’t want to listen to his mother’s nagging anymore. He went straight back to his room.

This was Kaliyah and his room. Now without Kaliyah, this room felt so empty.

This kind of feeling became even stronger after he met Ainsley at the wine-tasting party. It was hard for him to forget the Ainsley he saw at the party..

Ainsley straightened her back and danced to the melodious waltz music, her figure-hugging dress

fluttering gently.

He seemed to have seen this kind of Ainsley. They had attended many parties together in the three years of marriage, but he had never asked Ainsley to dance with him of his own accord. If not for the fact that the whole crowd was urging him to, he would have run away.

But the more he thought about these memories, the more his heart ached. Why hadn’t he nicely asked Ainsley to dance, for example, to a waltz?

Probably because the one who danced with Ainsley that day was Hudson, an old man in his sixties,

Cason didn’t feel jealous at all. All he was thinking about was the dancing Ainsley.

The waltz she danced to was not orthodox but cute, which made it hard for him to forget..

When he thought back to the past, he felt that the entire space was filled with the smell that once belonged to Ainsley.

“Cason, why did you get off work so late? I made soup for you. Do you want some?”

“Cason, can you not go to study right after you come back? I want us to chat.”

“Cason, can you ask me to dance at the party today? Matteo might see the party.”

“Cason, why can’t you reply to me? Pay some attention to me, okay?”

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“Cason, Cason…”

She used to use that gentle voice to call his name and say all kinds of sweet words to him, but

unfortunately, it was all gone now.

He touched the pillow next to him and thought of one night.

That night, he was lying in bed, and Ainsley was lying beside him. After both of them fell asleep, he felt

that someone was gently touching his nose. He opened his eyes and grabbed Ainsley’s hand which she

had snapped back.

He glared at her angrily and said impatiently, “Could you please let me sleep? I have to go to work

tomorrow, unlike you. You can sleep as much as you want at home every day.”

At that time, he clearly saw the disappointment in Ainsley’s eyes, but he chose not to say anything.

Now he realized that it made no difference to Ainsley if she had a job or not. Every morning, she had

to wake up early to do all the maid’s work for the whole family. She even had to work harder than those

who got paid.

However, he realized it too late.

If at that time, his answer was, “What’s wrong? You can’t sleep? I’m here for you.”

Then, everything would probably be different.

Mistakes were common, but some of them could never be fixed.

He had to admit that when Ainsley was a housewife, he had never seen anything good in her.

However, after she stopped being a housewife, he gradually realized how outstanding and

charming Ainsley was.

He stared at the wedding photos on the bedside table in a daze. His mind was filled with scenes of

Ainsley carefully wiping the photo albums one by one.

His fingers trembled slightly. Perhaps he was indeed sick, and very sick.

In the Lettersea Mall, Ainsley and Lainey were shopping. After that wine party, Lainey insisted that it was

mainly her snack that got the Easton family the deal and that Ainsley should buy her dresses to repay

her.

“See how generous I am. That is a deal that is worth tens of millions of dollars. I should take all the

credit. If not for me, no one knows when you can get this deal!” Lainey smiled as she looked at the

racks of fancy clothes.

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“Sure, sure.” Ainsley looked at Lainey with a smile on her face. She knew that this was not necessarily

just about clothes for Lainey.

Ainsley rarely went shopping. She spent most of her time looking for evidence and working. She

basically did not have much time for shopping. Occasionally, she went shopping with Lainey. But

she left right after they bought what they wanted.

When passing by a photography studio, Lainey was very excited when she saw the advertisement.

“Ainsley, this is the most popular photo studio nowadays. It is very famous. Let’s have our picture taken, okay?”

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Ainsley nodded. This was a newly opened photo studio in Seattle. Different from other studios, photos on the walls near the entrance of this photo studio were all beautiful scenery or people that the photographers had come across.

While waiting for Lainey to choose the style, Ainsley looked at the photo wall. Most of them were

scenery, and a dozen or so were portraits. When Ainsley browsed the photos one by one, she suddenly paused.

One picture was taken in a uniquely decorated coffee house. In the corner, there were two people

sitting close to the screen. They were sitting opposite each other. The woman looked at the man with a smile, and the man gently pushed the sugar jar to her.

She had been to this coffee house before, with Manuel. And it was the same two seats, but the

woman sitting opposite him wasn’t her.

She had to admit that Irene was indeed very good-looking. The reports were right. Irene and

Manuel looked cute together.

His cold and handsome eyes were filled with tenderness at that moment. She used to be the only person that he would look at in that way. But now, she was no longer the only one. Or rather, that tenderness was for Irene from the very beginning. She was just a substitute for Irene when Irene

was abroad.

That painting from Serina was the proof.

“Ainsley, what are you looking at?” Lainey walked over in confusion. She stood beside Ainsley and

looked over. She was also shocked.

“Stop looking,” Lainey said coldly.

She dragged Ainsley into the photo studio and showed Ainsley the clothes she had chosen. “Ainsley,

take a look.”

Ainsley swiped through the photos absent-mindedly and gave the tablet back to her. “They are all good. Let’s start.”

Lainey nodded. She knew that Ainsley was probably not in the mood for this.