My Ex-husband Begs Me Back
Chapter 963: Loss

Chapter 963: Loss

“I haven't been ignoring you. If I were, I wouldn't be answering this callright now. Don't overthink it. I'm just a bit tired. Let's talk when you'reback,” Camille said.

Camille clearly didn't want to continue the conversation. From herwords, it was evident that her emotions were directed towards Ayan. Ifit were any other matter, she would have been more straightforward.But when it came to something related to Ayan, she couldn't ignore it.Ayan asked, "Are you genuinely tired, or do you just not want to talk tome? What happened that caused such a significant change overnight?"Camille didn't immediately respond to his inquiry. Instead, sheremained silent for about ten seconds before speaking softly, "What doyou think it is?"

Her response was a question in return, and it only made Ayan moreconvinced that something was amiss. He couldn't have expectedanything else.

“I don't know. Can you tell me?" Ayan asked.

"Ayan, have you ever lied to me?" Camille didn't beat around the bush;instead, she suddenly posed this question. It caught Ayan off guard,and his expression froze. Before he could respond, Camille continued,"If you replace it difficult to answer or haven't figured out how to, let'sdiscuss it when you return.”

Ayan paused, and his expression grew even graver. He replied in ahoarse voice, "There's nothing to hide. I've told you that you can askme anything. Don't believe what others say.”

“I haven't believed anyone else. I only believe in my own eyes andears,” Camille said with a touch of coldness. "As for the rest, we'll talkabout it when you're ready. When you return.”

Camille believed that it might be better to discuss these matters face-to-face because some things could only be clarified in person.Camille's attitude was crystal clear, and Ayan didn't want to end it there.He asked tentatively, "So, what's the matter? Can't we discuss itopenly?"

"I already asked you, didn't I? You didn't answer," Camille responded."What do you mean by “have I ever lied to you'? What exactly are youasking?" Ayan furrowed his brows, looking somewhat burdened.Camille explained, "It means exactly what it sounds like. If you don'tunderstand, forget it."

"Cami, can't we have a proper conversation?" Ayan asked.

"How do you expect me to have a proper conversation with you? Ayan,I've said it countless times-1 don't want to be deceived, I don't want tobe kept in the dark. I despise being deceived. Do you think I'm justsaying these things, or do you think I mean them?" Camille's emotionswere getting heated, as she truly loathed the feeling of being deceived.Being deceived, especially by someone close, made her extremelyuncomfortable. It felt like something was squeezing her heart tightly,causing her to struggle to breathe.

Camille took a silent, deep breath, and her expression turned unusuallycold. She held her breath, waiting for Ayan's response.

At this point, she had made her stance crystal clear, and Ayan couldn'thold onto any hope.

He spoke softly, “I can explain.”

"So, is it true?" Camille's tone was filled with questioning, and herbeautiful face was shrouded in an icy demeanor. Her eyes gleamedwith a piercing coldness as she said, "Do you think I'm just a game toyou?"

Ayan immediately denied, "It's not like that. I never had such intentions.I... " His voice carried an unusual sense of panic and nervousness, andhis words came out hoarse, "I just didn't want to truly lose you, so I hadno choice but to do this."

"But have you ever thought that this isn't what I want? What you didisn't about fearing the loss of me; it's about satisfying your own selfishdesires. You never considered my feelings. You simply wanted to keepme within the confines of your plans because you didn't want themdisrupted by anyone else. This is pure selfishness on your part.”

Every word from Camille was filled with indifference, and no one couldfathom her emotions after hearing those words. Even though she didn'tbelieve him, she couldn't replace a reason not to believe. There wasn'teven a suitable excuse he could use to justify his actions.

Ayan clenched his lips tightly, his face veiled in seriousness. His voicelowered, "I never thought that way. I just..."

Ayan was now at a loss for words because he realized that no matterwhat he said, Camille might not believe him, and he felt like he wasconstantly defending himself.

Camille's distrust had taken root in her heart, and even though sheloved him, it was generating emotions that were difficult to control.

He whispered, "Can we talk about this when I get back? Can wediscuss this properly? I'll rush back right now. Please don't be angry,and don't leave without telling me. Let me come back, and we can havea real conversation. Is that okay?"

Ayan earnestly requested, his hand reaching up to pinch the bridge ofhis nose, his face weighed down by heaviness.

Camille frowned as well and replied softly, "It's late, and it's not safe.Besides, it's not just a short walk away. There's no rush for now. Finishyour work and come back later. I won't leave. I hope you can give mean explanation about this matter."

"Alright," he replied.

The call ended there, without the usual reluctance, and not even agoodbye.

After hanging up, both of them sat in silence, motionless. Camille gentlyheld her phone, her gaze shifting to the pitch-black night outside thewindow. Her emotions were indescribable in words.

She took a deep breath and, although she lay back on her bed, shedidn't sleep the entire night. She merely closed her eyes and tried torelax.

On the other end, Ayan was experiencing the same restlessness. Sincehis call with Camille, he had been sitting on the sofa, smoking onecigarette after another. It wasn't until the early hours of the morning thathe called Kian, instructing him to leave for the downtown airport.

They had already booked the earliest flight, but since it wasn't a directflight, they needed to depart for the neighboring city to catch a flightback to Hance.

Ayan stepped into the car with a lingering scent of smoke, his eyesshowing clear signs of fatigue. He was pale and unshaven, giving him aworn-out appearance. It was evident that he hadn't slept a wink.

Kian was surprised by his condition and asked in a hushed tone, "Mr.Simpson, did you not sleep well?"

Ayan didn't reply, but his expression remained somber. He said, "Whatwe've been trying to prevent has already happened.”

Kian was slow to grasp the situation, but seeing Ayan's reaction andcombining it with his words, he finally understood.

"Does Preston know about it?" Kian asked.

“It's unlikely. Our people have been monitoring Preston, and therehaven't been any significant developments. If Cora wanted to talk tohim on the phone, she wouldn't have waited until now. It's clear that sheintends to meet him in person,” Ayan analyzed calmly, his deep eyesfilled with gravity.

The situation had now reached a point where he could no longercontrol it. Ayan could prevent anyone else from intervening, but hecouldn't stop Camille.

After finishing his explanation, Ayan fell silent. He closed his eyes andleaned back in his seat. Kian didn't disturb him and allowed him to rest.In Hance City, Franklin Bay.

Camille didn't go to work today. She called Yessica in the morning andtold her she needed a day off.

With her emotions in turmoil and unresolved issues on her mind, shedidn't feel like doing anything. However, Timmy still had to go todaycare as usual.

Camille didn't accompany the nanny to drop off Timmy at daycare.Instead, she instructed the nanny, "After Timmy finishes his morningclasses, take him back to the Simpson's mansion. There are many newcars and toys there that he hasn't played with much. He's growing up,and he might lose interest in them soon. I've already informed the chefat the Simpson's mansion. You can stay overnight there with Timmy."Facing Camille's arrangements, the nanny didn't ask further questionsand simply nodded. She even joked, "Are you planning to have somealone time with Ayan?"