Dumping My Billionaire Ex

Irene tugged on Sharon's sleeve, trying to show her the phone screen. She pointed at it, saying, "I can only read some of the words in this comment. What does it mean! Is this person saying they want to learn from Grandpa"

Sharon looked at the comment

It was a direct message from a viewer who said they wanted to meet Ethan and find out more about traditional shoemaking methods.

They didn't specifically say they wanted to become an apprentice, but it was a Mart.

Sharon immediately replied to the message and arranged a time and place to meet

The person would arrive the day after.

When Ethan found out that someone was interested in his craft, he was pleased. He went about polishing and oiling his tools, making sure they would make the best first impression. He even rearranged the layout of his shelves.

Sharon noticed how eager Ethan was to find a potential apprentice, and secretly vowed to do everything in her power to convince the person to accept his training

The next day, Ethan took Sharon and Irene on a tour of the neighborhood.

Irene was naturally curious and she wanted to touch and feel and smell everything she could. When she saw the clear stream along the edge of the town, she jumped in without hesitation.

She had a blast making big and small splashes, running back and forth across the stream, and even trying to see how long she could hold her breath in the water. Her clothes were soaked through but she was completely unbothered.

Irene didn't get many opportunities to play with water, in a pool or otherwise, so she didn't know that spring water in a mountain was much colder than in a pool.

Her immune system was not exactly strong or robust either, so Sharon worried that she might catch a cold. Entrusting her to Ethan, she decided to walk home to fetch a change of clean, dry clothes for Irene to change into

She'd just turned the corner onto her street when she saw a slender figure standing at their gate

The man wore a neatly pressed white suit. His body was not perfect, but he was certainly eye-catching. He had long, wavy hair that was tied up in a ponytail, and with a center parting, he gave off an air of refined intellect.

Seemingly sensing movement behind him, the man turned back.

Their eyes met, and both were taken aback

"Sharon?" The man was the first to call out.

Sharon responded, "Mr. Galdon?"

The man standing in front of her was none o

was none other than one of Edwin's friends, Ray Gildan

as at a loss.

"Why are you here? Sharon was at a

This

was only a small town, so it didn't seem plausible that the Gildon family business expanded this far out.

Hay raised his eyebrows, but his eyes fell on the set of keys in her hand. "You live here?" He gestured to the house in front of him.

Sharon was unsure what to say. She wasn't certain what he was up to. Maybe he land an ulterior motive.

Hay seemed to get an epiphany though, so he ventured a guess. "Could it be that you are, perhaps, Foxy Damon?" Sharon looked at him in surprise.

Even though she did live there, it didn't necessarily mean she was Foxy Daron. How could he tell

Ray seemed to read her mind, so he explained, "It's just you sound exactly like her, and you both have a young child.

Even though Ray was a friend of Edwin's, he had not been as unkind to her as Edric. She didn't think badly of him.

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"Yes, you're not wrong" She had never deliberately kept it a secret anyway, so she confirmed his guess.

"I knew it" Ray was pleased with himself.

He already had suspicions before that Foxy Damon was actually Sharon, but nobody entertained his theory

"In that case, don't it mean that Edwin made a huge loss?"

Sharon wasn't keen to discuss the topic of Edwin.

"Are you here for something. Mr. Gildon?"

Ray raised his phone towards her. "I'm the guy who sent you a direct message yesterday?"

"That was your" Sharon was surprised once again. "I thought you said you were coming tomorrow."

*If I did that, I wouldn't have found out the secret about your alternate identity." He half-joked.

Sharon didn't have a comeback as she lowered her head and tucked her hair behind her ear. It was true that she hadn't intended to appear as Foxy Livestreamers had to be careful with their personal information as it could easily lead to unwelcome attention

"So, are you planning to learn my father's shoemaking craft!" She didn't quite believe it.

Ray lets out a laugh but doesn't answer. Even though he had guessed it, he was still beside himself with surprise that Sharon was really Foxy Damon.

"You're a fantastic catch. If you didn't marry Edwin, you would still be able to live comfortably. Why did you choose to do so then!" He asked point blank.

Sharon smiled softly. She knew, even if Ray had not been unkind to her, that he would also assume that she married Edwin for his money

"Why, indeed." She repeated softly.This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

When she was fifteen years old, she learned by accident that her mother had died in labor while giving birth to her, and she was very upset. She was unwilling to confront her father about it, so she sneaked off alone to the hospital in town.

According to what she learned, her mother had passed away in that very hospital.

She grew up without even knowing where her mother's grave was, and every time she missed her mother, she ran to the hospital.

One time, as she sat moping and crying behind the flower beds at the hospital, feeling like she was to blame, she suddenly heard a piercing scream. It was a chilling sound of despair, helplessness, anger, and even self-loathing.

She was so started and afraid that she had crossed paths with a psycho. She was planning her escape when she realized that she wasn't so different from the screaming boy

He was thin and pale, but it was easy to tell that he had handsome features. A well-groomed, princely boy, who was screaming in desperation. The pain that it expressed almost feb contagious.

Living in a small town, it was the first time she had ever seen a good-looking boy like that, and the first time she had witnessed such raw emotions. He ran and crashed everywhere as if he had no self-control, picking up and throwing anything he got his hands on. He seemed hell-bent on destroying everything around him. Finally he started running towards her, and she felt caught like a deer in headlights. She expected him to attack her, but then he crashed into a door that had been left ajar. He fell to the ground in front of her, his hands and feet covered with bloody scratches While on his back, he felt around with his fingers and picked up a stone. He held the stone in his hand extremely tightly, as if he was trying to crush it with his bare strength.

She was afraid to make any kind of movement, and it took her a moment to realize that he couldn't see

In his sorry state, she forgot about her own grief and tried to help him up. The boy refused to let her touch him, and even told her to get lost.

She had never experienced such rough treatment before, so she took it to heart and ran away.

When she made her way to the exit though, she turned back. She wouldn't be able to forgive herself if she left him there alone. When she returned, she held her breath and tried to be as quiet as possible. A nurse then came and escorted him away.

From that day on, the boy's sad and desperate look was etched into her mind, and she stared going to the hospital every day.

She finally found an opportunity to talk with him, and they started exchanging stories. She learned of his tragic fate, and she told him about the

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guilt and grief that she carried

The two of them found a confidant in each other.

Sharon snapped back to reality and brought up a different topic. "Actually, I've been meaning to thank you. If it wasn't for you, who knows what might have happened to Irene and 17

Sharon was aware of the debt of gratitude that she owed him.

Ray tilted his head at her and smiled styly.

"What if I asked you to do something for me to return the favor?"