Lady Warrior's Warth on Divorce Day novel Chapter 144

“Why do you even do it if you know something is wrong?” asked Zoya.

“What if I’ve done something wrong? Maybe… I didn’t even realize it was wrong back then,” Wren said awkwardly, trying to defend himself. “Zozo, I wasn’t a good guy before I met you. I didn’t care about anything, nor did I care about the lives and deaths of others. But…”

He paused and said, “I’ll be a good person from now on. So… Will you forgive me no matter what I did before?”

Zoya gazed at Wren before her. His face showed unease, nervousness, and an anxious intensity she’d rarely

ever seen.

It was as if her answer meant everything to him.

‘But why is it so important to him whether I forgive what he’s done before?‘ Zoya thought.

She bit her lip briefly before replying, “As long as you didn’t betray our country, go against what’s right, or do something truly unforgivable, then I’ll forgive you even if you made mistakes.”

After all, Zoya understood that a man like Wren was bound to have a complicated past.

There were sides to his darkness that she still hadn’t begun to uncover.

To Wren, Zoya’s words sounded like salvation–something pure and transformative.

Wren tightened his embrace, holding her even closer. “Thank you… Zozo. Thank you for forgiving me,” he whispered, voice filled with gratitude.

Wren thought, ‘If I can help her find her brother, she may still forgive me even if she learns the whole truth about me one day.

‘If only I’d known the woman I’d fall for would be someone like Zoya…

‘Maybe I would’ve tried to be a better man right from the start–the kind of person who lives with integrity and compassion, the sort she truly deserves.

*****

Over the next few days, Zoya packed up everything she’d sorted from the old residence and moved them all back to her apartment in the city.

As she stepped out of her city apartment, she gave the place one last look, hoping that it would be with Oscar by her side next time she’d come back.

Then, she took Harvey around to some of Marabotara’s famous spots, and Wren insisted on tagging along.

“Seriously? The big boss of the Richmond family has nothing better to do than tail us everywhere?” Harvey shot back, voice dripping with sarcasm as they rode in the car.

“At least I’m not like you, Mr. Crawford, leaving your law firm in chaos just to come sightseeing in Marabotara,” Wren retorted coldly.

“Damn it, you’ve got some nerve talking about the law firm! All that mess was your doing in the first place!” Harvey shot Wren a glare.

“If you can’t even handle something that minor, maybe you should shut the law firm down,” Wren said coolly.

While Wren and Harvey were “chatting enthusiastically” in the back seat, Zoya kept her eyes on the road and drove them toward their next sightseeing spot.

Originally, Wren and Harvey were going to drive, but they both insisted Zoya sit in the passenger seat, fighting over who got to ride with her. Wanting some quiet for once, Zoya just tossed them both into the back seats and took over the wheel herself.

They pulled up to Marabotara’s famous ancient city wall, a must–see spot for visitors.

Zoya, Wren, and Harvey all got out of the car.

“There’s a wishing tree over here. Lots of people come by to make a wish, and it’s said to be quite efficacious,” Zoya said with a smile.

Wren and Harvey both looked thoughtful, as if something had crossed their minds.

“Let’s go!” Zoya said, leading the way toward the ancient city wall.

Wren and Harvey exchanged a look, then followed after her.

After they finished exploring the ancient city wall, the three of them made their way to the wishing tree. Zoya stood beneath it, hands clasped together, eyes closed as she made her wish.

‘If there’s really magic in this tree, please let me see Oscar again soon,‘ she prayed silently.

Harvey looked up at the giant ancient tree, wondering, ‘Can wishes really happen? If I have a wish here, could I ever end up with Zoya?‘

He chuckled to himself. ‘Seriously, what am I thinking? I’ve never believed in stuff like this.’

His

eyes settled on Zoya, still standing there with her eyes closed. ‘How come she’s into Wren, but she always just treats me like a friend?‘ Harvey mused, doing his best to hide the sting in his chest.

‘Is Wren that much better than me?‘ he thought, a wave of frustration washing over him.

Harvey caught a glimpse of Wren out of the corner of his eye, standing right beside Zoya.

To his shock, Wren had his hands pressed together in front of his chest, too, looking totally sincere, like he was genuinely wishing for something. Harvey had never seen that side of him before.

Harvey stared, dumbfounded. ‘Seriously? Wren’s actually making a wish at the tree? I never would’ve seen that coming,’ he thought, chuckled inwardly.

A moment later, Zoya opened her eyes and turned around, meeting Wren’s gaze. He was looking right at her, his eyes already open.

“You made a wish, too?” Zoya asked, curiosity getting the better of her. ‘Someone like him has everything handed to him on a silver platter. Why would he even need to wish for anything?‘ Zoya thought.

Wren looked at Zoya, his expression soft. “I wished for us to grow old together.”

Zoya was briefly stunned, and Harvey shot her a skeptical look and said, “You guys barely just started dating, and you already think you and Zoya will make it for the long haul?”

Wren didn’t even acknowledge Harvey’s jab, his gaze locked firmly on Zoya, saying, “Zozo is the only person I want to grow old with. There was no one before, and there will be no one after.”

“Sounds nice and all,” Harvey snorted. “But people change, you know. You’ve known her for a few months, and you’re tossing around words like ‘forever.‘ What if you two break up someday? Are you saying you’ll stay single for the rest of your life and never see another woman?”

Wren’s voice was cool and unwavering. “There won’t be anyone else–for me, it’s Zozo. And we’re never breaking up. Period.”

He delivered that last sentence with rock–solid conviction, like nothing in the universe could shake him.

Because for Wren, if they ever broke up, every day from then on would feel hollow–like he was nothing but an empty shell stumbling through life.

Harvey opened his mouth to argue, but Zoya stepped in before he could continue. “Alright, that’s enough sightseeing for today. Let’s get going, Harvey. I’m heading back to Ranard City in a couple days. If you still want to stay in Marabotara…”

“You’re leaving for Ranard City already?” Harvey blurted out, sounding surprised.`

“Yeah, things here in Marabotara are about wrapped up. Tomorrow I’ll go visit my great–grandpa at the Lucero Mansion, and then I’ll start getting ready for the trip back,” Zoya explained.

“All right. I’m coming with you!” Harvey responded immediately, eager and without a hint of hesitation.

That night, while they were both in the bedroom, Wren looked at Zoya and said, “I’m going with you when you head back.”

“What about your work?” Zoya asked, concern flickering in her eyes.

“The island project in Marabotara is basically done, and the local manager can handle the remaining details,”

Wren assured her.

He couldn’t stand the idea of being separated from Zoya. Even a little distance was enough to make him worry that something could go wrong between them.

After all, she only liked him right now. She did not love him. At least, not yet.

However, that was nowhere near enough for Wran. He was determined to make Zoya truly fall for him. The

sooner, the better.

“By the way, I’m going to see my great–grandpa tomorrow. He mentioned wanting to see what my brother looks like. I’ll bring over those pictures of my brother–the ones you showed me before–so my great- grandpa can have a look,” Zoya said, feeling a little hopeful that it might cheer up

Waldo.

“Sure,” Wren answered.

The next day, Wren accompanied Zoya to the Lucero Mansion. Since Waldo wasn’t feeling well, Wren stayed in the parlor while Zoya headed alone to Waldo’s bedroom.

When Zoya walked in, she found Daphne diligently attending to Waldo by his bed.

Daphne’s face fell immediately the moment she noticed Zoya entering the room.