The CEO’s Ex-Wife Can’t Escape

To Love You Again, My Husband

Chapter 89: How Our Story Ends Airina’s POV

Jackson stared at the picture, trying to recall something. Which just irked me as it only showed that the sincerity he showed me was nothing but a facade. I scoffed, feeling that I had shamed myself by introducing both of us into a relationship with my father.

Honestly, I had high expectations of him, but he proved that those were unnecessary and that I don’t need to expect him to be so genuine.

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I snatched it from him. From the looks of it, rather than confusion, his eyes gleamed like he was happy. “Why are you asking me that, Jackson? You should know well when you meet Nicole. You told me she came to you to ask for help due to my stepmother being sent to the hospital. Even so, for you to allow her to do these things, isn’t this… presumptuous?”

He tried holding my hand however I shattered his intentions, stepping away from him.

“All right. I will explain it to you. What I said was true and that happened two days ago. Nicole was in a sorry state, and I didn’t hug her myself, she was the one who grabbed me. But this picture is misleading because as soon as she hugged me, I immediately pulled out which the capturer didn’t take.”

I breathed out. “How can we have a peaceful relationship when I am doubting you like this?”

“… I want you to trust me as much as I do towards you,” he smiled at me, “I know that the foundation of a relationship is love but for it to last long, we have to build our trust in each other. Since this is the beginning of our relationship, there are things that we need to establish. Deep trust and devotion to each other.”

He didn’t sound lying. Rather, he was calm, and based on how his voice sounded, he knew that I would believe him. What would have happened if I didn’t?

Alas, he finally had the chance to grab my hand, tenderly entrapping it in his. “I am sorry if that made you doubt and mad. I promise that I won’t meet her next time. Honestly, Nicole had been waiting for a whole night that time,” he pursed his lips, “I’ve told her that I wouldn’t see her, but she insisted so she remained standing there until the next day.”

I breathed out in relief, “I’m sorry. I guessed my emotions got the best of me. But Jackson, can I really trust you?”

We looked at each other. After a few seconds, he let go of my hands while his head remained low. He dropped his shoulders and strode backward twice. Before I knew it, we were four steps apart from each other. What is he doing?

A wistful smile graces his mouth which seems to be twitching. “I know you still hate me and the reason you answered me was to take revenge for what I did to you. Believe me, I hate myself as much as you hate me,” he shook his head, “I am trying hard to shake you up and change into the way you want to. Then again, the image of me inside your head is the one that you were still remembering. I can’t force you into liking me again, trusting and waiting for me.”

I frowned, “What are you saying?”

“Let’s part ways.”

“… What?”

He pointed at the gap between us. “From up close, we considered ourselves close and ready for a commitment but in reality, no matter how much I wanted to narrow the distance, it was still the way it was. Airina, you can’t trust me, while you don’t like me that much to do so. In contrast, I am just forcing myself to be with you albeit knowing that your hatred and the urge to take revenge on me hasn’t faded.

The relationship that we started immaturely, the marriage that we committed to just because you loved me while I feel obliged to obey your wishes let’s not associate with each other if this is how we take on the pressure, problems, and stress. Because instead of helping one another, we’re hurting ourselves into the fantasy of emotions we were rolling.”

My hands trembled and my tears threatened to fall from my eyes. Truthfully, what he said was true. Our feelings were still conflicted, but we tried to unite which led to this disaster.

He tucked his hand out, “Thank you for giving me a chance to know you better,” he smiled at me, possibly the last one I will ever see, “I will give you the space, and the time you want. I have decided that we, both of us, should focus on ourselves first.”

I looked at his hand and hesitantly, I grabbed it.

We did it.

We broke up.

Only after almost two months of our relationship.

He let go of my hand, waving his hand. “I like you, Airina. But my presence is contradicting your aim in life. Therefore, achieve your goal, fly high and spread your wings. I will always be there somewhere supporting you.”

I was reluctant. “You…”

He chuckled, “I am letting you go. If you’re ready to take my hands, we’ll try again. If not, this is how the story our ends.”