Chapter 257 Come Back to Me

Dante never imagined he would be reduced to such a state of desperation.

His eyes were bloodshot, reflecting the last vestiges of hope as if he were clinging to a dying ember.

Anne was equally taken aback.

She could hardly believe that someone as prideful as Dante would forsake both his dignity and self-respect.

Now, he seemed willing to sacrifice everything just to hold on to her.

As Anne tried to pull her hand away, she was interrupted by Yancey’s sudden appearance.

Yancey’s melodious voice cut through the tense atmosphere like a ray of light piercing the darkness. “Anne.”

The sunlight streaming through the window highlighted Yancey’s profile, casting a warm glow on his hair, turning it into a rich chestnut hue.

Anne was startled. “What are you doing here? I thought you had classes today.”

Yancey’s gaze was filled with concern as he looked at Anne. “You didn’t come home last night. I was worried about you.”

Seeing the tired lines around Yancey’s eyes, Anne frowned. “So, you waited up all night for me?”

Yancey nodded gently.

Anne was speechless for a moment.

Yancey then reached into his pocket and pulled out a lollipop, taking a few steps closer to Anne with a smile.

Yancey said, peeling off the wrapper, “I bought this for you on my way here.

“It’s your favorite strawberry flavor, and it’s the last one left. Pretty lucky, huh?”

“Very lucky,” Anne said, opening her mouth just as Yancey placed the lollipop into it.

The sweet strawberry flavor melted on her tongue, warming her heart.

Dante’s eyes were bloodshot and filled with rage as he watched the scene unfold.

He thought to himself, “Anne and Yancey are so comfortable together! But they’ve only known each other for a short time.

What does ‘waited up all night‘ mean? Have they really moved in together?

How can Anne be alone with another man? She’s still my wife!”

Dante’s frustration boiled over, as if invisible hands were tearing at his heart.

He looked at Anne with pained eyes. “Anne… come back to me.”

Anne seemed to ignore him completely, instead wrapping her arm around Yancey’s. “Don’t you have class today?”

Yancey’s voice was soft and gentle. “I skipped class to see you.”

“That’s not okay,” Anne said, noting that as his sponsor, she had a duty to encourage him to focus on his studies.

Checking the time, Anne realized he could still make it to the afternoon classes if he left now.

“Let’s go. My car is downstairs. I’ll drive you back to school.”

Yancey, with a hint of mischief in his tone, asked, “Does that mean you’ll come to class with me?”

Anne paused, momentarily taken aback.

“If it’s not too inconvenient…” Yancey continued softly, not pressuring her.

Anne replied, taking Yancey’s hand, “Not at all. It’s perfect. We can go have lunch at that place near your school afterward.”

Yancey’s face lit up with a warm, genuine smile. “Sounds great.”

Dante watched in disbelief as Anne and Yancey prepared to leave. “Anne, you’re just going to walk away from me like this?”

Anne turned back, giving him a smile. “Can’t you see? I’m about to have a date with my young boyfriend.”

Dante’s anger flared. “I’m still your husband! What’s he to you but a gold-digger? You spend money, and he flashes a smile. Do you really think he’s sincere?”

Dante’s words carried a sting of insult, and Yancey’s lips tightened.

He dropped his head slightly, showing a flicker of hurt.

“Anne, wake up! Don’t degrade yourself like this! If you come back to me, I’ll give you everything–even my heart! I can give you everything he can, and even more than he can’t!” Dante pleaded, desperation clear in his voice.

Anne, however, was unfazed. “He wants my money, and I want him for his looks. It’s a fair trade. Better than giving everything and ending up with nothing. As for your heart… you can keep it. I’m not interested anymore.”

Anne took Yancey’s hand and began to leave, leaving Dante frozen in place, as if he were under a spell.

He felt as though a heavy weight was pressing down on his chest, making it hard to breathe. His body shook uncontrollably, his face a portrait of agony and confusion.

Dante thought, “Anne, what will it take for you to come back to me?”