Chapter 20 — Is It This Painful?

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• The Return of the Billionaire's Ex-lover   Chapter 20 — Is It This Painful?

  The sound of the clock ticking slowly echoed through the quiet apartment. Cheesy sat on the edge of the bed, staring blankly out the window. The afternoon sun slipped through the curtains, but it wasn't warm enough to clear his mind.Earlier that morning, after cleaning a small cut on her finger—a remnant of a broken plate that had briefly drawn Daryl’s attention—Cheesy fell silent again for hours, lost in her own thoughts.Her mind drifted back six years, to the day she decided to step back from the love she had fought so hard for. She left Daryl because of Ethan’s brutal threats.And now, Daryl hated her. It was understandable. He must think Cheesy was a traitor. A liar. Leaving him for another man, as if all their past struggles had been nothing but a game.Cheesy hugged her knees, then smiled bitterly. "I left you because I thought that way I could protect you... but now, you don't even want to see my face."Then she touches her chest. Beneath the thin fabric, just below her colla

• The Return of the Billionaire's Ex-lover   Chapter 19 — Still Flashback

  Cheesy sat restlessly on the back porch of the mansion. Her face was pale, her eyes puffy from lack of sleep. She kept staring at her phone screen, hoping for news from Daryl. But there were no messages or calls.Suddenly, her phone rang. Daryl's name appeared on the screen. Cheesy answered immediately.“Daryl! Where are you?!”The voice on the other end sounded faint. “At the clinic. I had an accident last night.”Cheesy’s blood seemed to stop flowing. “WHAT?!”“Calm down, I’m fine. Just some scrapes. I was hit by a motorcycle, and the person fled. But I’m okay.”“No, you’re not okay if you ended up in the clinic!” Cheesy stood up immediately. “Which clinic? I’ll come over!” Shortly afterward, Cheesy arrived at the small clinic near Daryl’s residential area. Her breathing was still irregular as she entered the room, and upon seeing Daryl sitting on the examination bed with a bandage on his arm, she rushed over.“Daryl...” Cheesy hugged him without saying much. Tightly. As if to mak

• The Return of the Billionaire's Ex-lover   Chapter 18 — Six Years Ago

  “Stop it, Dad! I don’t want to!” Cheesy shouted, her eyes watering, her breath coming in gasps from her emotions.In the large office, Mr. Ethan, Cheesy’s father, stood behind a large desk. His body was sturdy, his face stern, his gaze cold as steel.“You don’t know what you’re doing, Cheesy! You’re ruining your future for that lowly man!” Mr. Ethan’s voice boomed.Cheesy stood in the middle of the room, her fists clenched. “I love Daryl, Dad! He’s not a lowly man. Daryl works hard, he’s honest, and he loves me!”“Love?” Mr. Ethan snorted. “Love won’t fill your stomach, Cheesy. It won’t earn you respect in the aristocratic world.”Cheesy stepped forward. “I don’t need money if my life has to be filled with lies! I’m happy with Daryl.”“Daryl will never be part of our family. Look where he comes from! A laborer’s son, living in a narrow alley, with nothing!” Mr. Ethan’s face turned red. “Do you know the consequences if you keep being with him?”Cheesy shook her head slowly, tears begin

• The Return of the Billionaire's Ex-lover   A Wound That Never Heals

  Six in the morning. The sky was still dark, but Cheesy was already awake.Her body still ached, but she slowly rose from bed. Her feet shuffled quietly toward the kitchen. With trembling hands, she began preparing breakfast. She still remembered—back when they were dating—Daryl loved Cheesy’s homemade ginger chicken soup.So that morning, even though her chest still felt tight and her body hadn’t fully recovered, she carefully chopped the ingredients. The broth simmered slowly, the ginger sautéed, and a fragrant aroma began to fill the room.Cheesy held onto a small hope—maybe today would be a little better.Not long after, Daryl’s deep voice echoed from the bedroom.“Cheesy!”Cheesy quickly turned off the stove, wiped her hands, and walked to the bedroom.“Yes, Mr. Daryl?”Daryl stood in front of the mirror, wearing only slacks. A neatly folded white shirt lay on the bed.“Get my work clothes ready.”Without a word, Cheesy took the shirt, unfolded it carefully, and began helping Dary

• The Return of the Billionaire's Ex-lover   My Body Is Already Tired

  **When they arrived at the apartment, Daryl didn’t say a word. He slammed the car door open and grabbed Cheesy by the wrist. His eyes were cold, sharp.Without giving her a chance to speak, Daryl scooped her into his arms.“Daryl, I can walk on my own…” Cheesy whispered softly.“Be quiet,” Daryl replied flatly.Cheesy clung to his shoulders, trying to steady her trembling body. Her chest felt tight. Her breathing shallow. But she said nothing more.Once they reached the bedroom, Daryl kicked the door shut and laid her down on the bed. His eyes lingered on her body, studying her like a predator sizing up its prey.Cheesy lowered her gaze, unable to meet his.Without warning, Daryl leaned down and kissed her neck. The kiss was heated, urgent. His breath was heavy. One of his hands moved around her waist, pulling her closer.Then, suddenly—**“Cough… cough!”**Cheesy broke into a harsh fit of coughing. She covered her mouth with her hand. When she looked down at her palm, her eyes widen

• The Return of the Billionaire's Ex-lover   A Wound That Hasn’t Healed

  “Cheesy!”The voice rang clearly in the cold night air. Cheesy turned her head slowly. Her eyes widened when she saw the man standing just a few meters away from her.“Maxim…?” she whispered in disbelief.Maxim jogged toward her, his brows furrowed sharply as he took in Cheesy’s striking appearance. The nearly see-through black lingerie made every passerby turn their heads. But that wasn’t what shocked Maxim—it was the look on Cheesy’s face.“What are you doing…? Why are you dressed like this?” Maxim asked quickly, his voice sharp with concern. His eyes scanned Cheesy from head to toe before he immediately took off his coat.Cheesy only shook her head gently. “I’m fine,” she murmured.“No, you’re not. Don’t lie to me, Cheesy,” Maxim said as he draped his coat over her shivering body.From inside the car, Daryl’s sharp eyes locked onto them. His jaw clenched tightly. He recognized that man.Maxim, from Cheesy’s past. The man she once introduced as her “fiancé” back in college. Why was