The Charming Ex-Wife (Lysander and Josiah) novel Chapter 90

Chapter 90 My Little One 

After escorting Susan and Eleanor to their rooms to rest, Josiah returned to his own room. 

Despite knowing that numerous guests had occupied this room in the past month, he couldn’t shake off the feeling of emptiness whenever he thought about Lysander’s previous stay here. 

The realization that she had decided in this room to terminate the pregnancy and leave him forever made him feel suffocated. 

He clutched the baby diary in his hands. It was a diary he had never laid eyes on before. 

He had spent nearly three years by Lysander’s side, sharing meals and nights, yet he had never come across this notebook. 

As darkness descended, his phone screen remained illuminated. Lysanne continued to make calls tirelessly, but he had already set his phone to silent. 

Josiah couldn’t help but smile wryly; both had similar names, yet their personalities seemed worlds 

apart. 

While Lysander was gentle and mature, Lysanne was the complete opposite, displaying extreme behavior. 

He couldn’t help but furrow his brow. 

After over two decades of being together, he never expected Lysander’s true nature to be like this. 

Previously, he had thought Lysander was simply more outgoing and assertive, so why was the real different now that they were truly together? 

The phone screen finally went black. It was out of battery. 

Josiah felt a sense of relief, as if a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. 

He let out a deep breath, switched on the bedside lamp, and leaned against the headboard, and then. quietly perused the baby diary. 

Upon opening the first page, he was greeted by Lysander’s beautiful, elegant handwriting. 

[May the heavens guide you on a smooth path 

May fate introduce you to kind souls 

May the distant sunlight and bright lights 

Illumine every corner of your future sky 

– To my beloved] 

Her penmanship was exquisite, exuding a resilient elegance. 

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It was often said that handwriting mirrored the individual, and she was a prime example-appearing gentle and charming, yet harboring immense inner strength. 

Regrettably, this aspect had always cluded him. 

Turning to the next page, her words were tinged with uncertainty. 

[Today, I went for a check-up alone and confirmed that I am pregnant. How should I break the news to him? Formally or casually? I must think about it carefully.] 

He flipped a page. 

[Despite being an obstetrician and gynecologist for many years, experiencing pregnancy for the first time myself feels truly magical. Lately, I find myself instinctively cradling my belly, prompting him to inquire if my stomach ached. Haha, Mr. Guerra, at age 31, you’re quite naive. I must jot this down, so that your child can tease you in the future.] 

[Though I’m aware you’re merely a tiny cell, for some reason, I’m overwhelmed with love, yearning to caress you through my belly. Do you enjoy residing in Mommy’s abode? Despite it being a humble room, Mommy will protect you, my little one.] 

[Baby, Mom has resolved to reveal your existence to your dad on his birthday. You are the most precious gift bestowed upon me by the heavens, and I believe you’ll be the same for your dad.] 

These diary entries remained relatively ordinary. As a new mother, despite her extensive experience as an obstetrician and gynecologist, she was still a novice when it came to her first pregnancy. 

Panic, unease, joy, and anxiety-she had experienced the full spectrum of emotions. 

Josiah traced the words ‘my little one’ with his fingers a few times, and he closed his eyes mor