His Ex wife is a billionaire Chapter 47

Chapter 47

At night, Sapphire Nights Club, a property owned by Jareth,

Thaddeus was in a low mood, so he decided to drink with his friends, which was quite rare.

Jareth personally drove over to pick him up since Thaddeus didn’t seek his company that often.

“Sometimes I feel like your mistress on the side.”

Jareth whispered a bunch of words into Thaddeus’s ear. In front of others, he was the invincible Mr. Jareth, but in front of Thaddeus, he turned into a nagging old friend.

“I’ve never acted meek in front of a woman, but in front of you, I’m like a lonely mistress waiting for you. I’m so good to you, so I want to cry just thinking about it!”

“You’ve never acted meek in front of a woman?”

Thaddeus gave him a cold glance and said, “I think you were pretty meek in front of Ilana.”

“That was just once in my life! Ilana is too outstanding: I couldn’t help myself.”

Thaddeus frowned slightly. He was silent for a long time, suppressing his urge to curse.

At that moment, two se xy foreign girls walked past them; one of them even threw a flirtatious glance at Jareth.

“They are so beautiful.” Jareth stared at them without blinking.

“Are they? Not as good as her.”

“Not as good as who? Your ex-wife?!”

Jareth was shocked and he quickly asked, “Oh my go d! Thaddeus, do you have a new love interest behind my back? Didn’t you say your marriage with Ms. Ilana was just a contract marriage? I can’t trust a man’s word! Well, with such an outstanding woman by your side, and you’re not a man without desires, after spending a long time together. feelings are bound to develop between you.”

Thaddeus was suddenly surprised at his own sl*p of the tongue, his slender middle finger and thumb tightly gripping the whiskey gla**.

Seemed like he had indeed seen Ilana’s b*dy and had indeed been intimate with her.

Now, his fingertips seemed to still feel the soft, smooth touch of a woman.

“I didn’t touch her; don’t overthink.”

Thaddeus suddenly felt shy, then he took a big gulp of his drink.

Impossible! How could he have feelings for that woman, feelings that exceed friendship?

After a few drinks, Jareth couldn’t help but ask, “Thaddeus, can I ask you something? It’s been bothering me.”

“Go ahead.”

“Why does it have to be Acacia? Why?”

Jareth put his arm around Thaddeus’s n*eck. He felt that Thaddeus was being very unfair to Ilana. “You saw it, those women all hate Ilana so much! If it weren’t for Marilla standing up for Ilana, she might not have been able to tell the truth today. How wronged she would be!”

Thaddeus was stunned for a moment. His eyes were shining, then he fell into memories.

“In the past, my mother committed suicide by jumping off a building because of depression and the inability to endure Frederic’s coldness and other people’s gossips. During those dark days, I was overwhelmed by grief and even wished to leave this world with my mother. I once tried to end my own life.”

Thaddeus said, then he unfastened the strap on his watch, revealing a long and conspicuous scar.

He had hidden all of this for a whole 20 years; Jareth was the first person to know this secret.

Jareth took a deep breath, feeling a pang in his heart.

“Acacia found me in time and saved me. Since then, she became my only friend. She would make desserts for me, invite me to her house, and give me her collected toys. Back then, she was sent by Go d to save me; she was my hope to live. I once promised to marry her, so, no matter what, I will fulfill this promise.”

Jareth suddenly understood, but he also sighed, “But Thaddeus, people will change. You guys haven’t been together for a long time. Do you really think you still know her? If you slowly find out that she is becoming less and less like the person in your memory, what will you do? Will you still choose her? She did you a favor; it’s okay if you want to repay her, But Thaddeus, we can’t confuse right and wrong and make wrong decisions. It’s necessary to distinguish the importance of things, don’t you think?”

Thaddeus put his watch back on, his brows deeply furrowed.

What came to his mind was still Ilana’s tear-filled eyes.

His heart ski pped a beat and he just took a sip of his drink.

“You know once you’ve made a decision, it’s like you’re possessed; no one can change you.”

Jareth said helplessly, I see, the only woman who is more important to you than Acacia in your heart is Paloma, for whom you’ve been looking for many years.”

Hearing him mention Paloma, Thaddeus’s eyes instantly brightened.

“Do you have any news about her?”

“Like you, I have been sending people to look for Paloma, but the information you gave is too little, and you didn’t even get a clear look at her face. It’s useless to find a portrait painter at the police station,” Jareth shrugged, helplessly spreading his hands.

Thaddeus’s eyes dimmed; he remembered the girl who had dragged him a long way on the battlefield of Zenithia with her frail shoulders.

He had been looking for her for five years, but she disappeared as if she had never existed in this world.

“I really don’t know if I will be able to see her again in my lifetime.”

“If you see her again, how will you treat her?”

“I will repay her and fulfill her request; she is my lifesaver.” Thaddeus answered very seriously.

“Paloma is your lifesaver, and so is Acacia. So if Paloma also loves you deeply and only wants to be with you, will you agree to be with her?” Jareth asked jokingly.

12.30

“Gratitude and love are two different things; they can’t be confused.” Thaddeus’s voice became lower.

“As long as you can distinguish between gratitude and love, that’s good.” Jareth’s tone was somewhat challenging.

When they left the club, their luxury car was already waiting at the door, and the driver respectfully opened the door for them.

“Jareth, I’ve got to ask you something.” Thaddeus had been holding it in all night and couldn’t stop himself from blurting it out.

“What?” Jareth yawned one after another.

Thaddeus muttered, his voice somewhat h oa rse, “Why did Ilana admit to that thing? Why didn’t she explain?”

“Maybe she doesn’t give a hoot!” Jareth sleepily blinked, casually tossing out his answer.

“Doesn’t give a hoot about what?” he pushed.

“She’s already divorced you. You think she still cares what you think? If she doesn’t care what you think, why would she care what those folks from the Abernathy family think

of her? Maybe she’s just hit rock bottom! You, her ex-husband, your words cut deep. If I were Ms. Ilana, I’d definitely teach you a lesson.”

Jareth waved him off, then hopped into his fancy car.

Thaddeus’s fingers tightened, turning white at the knuckles, as if he were choking himself; even breathing became a struggle.