Breaking Free, Loving Again -The Flash Marriage with Mr. CEO novel Chapter 296

Meanwhile, Ryan sat on the floor of his living room, reading the files Zenith had dropped off earlier. After every other second, his gaze would dart to eye the red envelope on the table, still lying intact and untouched.

His jaws will flex in irritation but again he would avert his gaze from it in the act of ignorance. But more than the ignorance, it was an irritation that was evident on his face.

Not able to bear it for long, he closed the file and reached to take the envelope. The moment he saw the ’Winslow’ name shining on the card, he wanted to tear it but he also wanted to see what was in there.

Opening it, he retrieved the note from inside as his eyes slowly skimmed through the cursive writing. The writing seemed so neat and tidy that it almost made him feel like a deliberate effort made so that he could just read it all well, without any confusion.

[Dear Mr. Foster,

I trust this note finds you well. My wife and I were pleasantly surprised by your thoughtful gesture of sending the exquisite wine to our table last evening. It was truly a fine selection, though, regrettably, we both prefer our wine a little sweeter —sour has never quite suited our taste.

But anyway, it’s the thought that matters and since Mrs. Winslow taught me to appreciate efforts other’s efforts, even if it’s not come up with the best, how can I defy her?

I am confident, my message has reached you well. Looking forward to meeting you soon. The next time, I wish you more of the confidence.

Winslow.]

As Ryan finished at that name his fingers tightened around the card, crumbling it under the pressure. Although he was expecting reading something like this, he still couldn’t deny the burn that each and every word stirred inside him.

The mock was clear in the tone, in every syllable. Yet it came out finesse that it left him feeling utterly defeated.

"Arghh," before he knew a deep growl came from the bottom of his lungs and he crumpled the card in his fist before throwing it hard on the floor.

Although it was mere a note which meant nothing, still he hated how in every word the man reminded him of how he had lost to him. How he had lost Arwen to him.

Though he was the one to read it, he could hear the smug in the tone of that man every time he mentioned Arwen as his —his wife, his Mrs. Winslow. It was not mere a taunt, it a declaration of authority that man and he didn’t.

"Arwen, why did you do this?" The more Ryan thought about it the more infuriated he became. "Why did you give him the authority over you? Why?"

"You were supposed to be mine. You were my fiancée. You were supposed to become Mrs. Foster. Then why did you become someone else’s wife?" he yelled.

And right when he did, he received a reply.

"Because you gave her all the reasons to."

Ryan brows furrowed in a frown as he looked up in the darkness. Although he was sitting in the living room, he has lighted the place. Only one dim light was brightening the desk he was working on. So even though there was enough light to see around, he could tell if he really heard the person or was it his mere illusion.

But his confusion was soon helped when Beca emerged from the darkness, coming closer towards the desk.

"Mom!"

"Ryan, you can’t leave the coffee and then be surprised later when it turns cold," Beca spoke again as she walked further in before sitting on one of the sofas beside Ryan. "That’s something inevitable and that what you have been doing —not once but always."

"Mom, but aren’t we doing fine?" Ryan asked, his tone incredulous. "And why do you have support her? Like her, are you also not seeing how badly I regret?"

Beca stared at her son and her lips curled up in a smile. "I can see it well," she said and then continued. "But son, so what if I could see it?"