Broken Oath: I Left, He Regretted-Chapter 137: Flaunting My Love With Attorney Sinclair, Breaking the Scumbag’s Heart [Punishing the Jerk]

Chapter 137: Chapter 137: Flaunting My Love With Attorney Sinclair, Breaking the Scumbag’s Heart [Punishing the Jerk]

Serena hated him to death, but Timothy Xavier didn’t give her any chance to agree or refuse. When Nanny Lowell saw Sophia Kendall out, he had Serena leave as well.

Then Timothy called Jack Sullivan: "Book me a ticket to Silverstream, I want to go pick up my wife myself."

Jack hesitated for a moment, trying to persuade him: "President Xavier, the doctor said if you don’t rest and recover properly, it could turn into pneumonia. Why don’t I go get Mrs. Xavier for you? Where is she in Silverstream?"

"I’m going myself."

Timothy’s tone left no room for negotiation. "Just book the ticket, that’s all you need to do!"

After finishing the call with Jack, he phoned a friend in Silverstream.

Although he had no connections in Burona when Zoe was kidnapped there, he still had plenty of contacts in Silverstream.

So it wasn’t hard to find out exactly where Zoe Ellison was.

Very soon, someone got back to him with an answer.

Turns out, Zoe had not only spent the past few days with Julian Sinclair wandering all over Silverstream, but she’d even been staying at Julian’s villa in the city.

In other words, they... were living together.

Timothy felt a dull ache in his chest. In the end, Julian finally seized his opportunity.

He kept telling himself, he couldn’t blame Zoe. After all, Julian’s a man his age and still unmarried; who knows how many women he’s had? He comes on strong and charming, yet he himself had hurt Zoe so deeply. It was normal that Zoe would lose herself for a while.

Later, that friend told him Zoe and Julian were already on a flight back to Veridia.

He asked for the arrival time of Zoe’s flight to Veridia.

Then he got off the bed, bracing his still-unhealed knee, and limped to the bathroom.

He was going to shower, shave, and change into the suit Zoe liked most—he wanted to look his best as he welcomed his wife home.

...

An hour later, Timothy had taken care of his appearance and asked the driver to take him to Veridia Airport.

On the way, he bought a huge bouquet of roses.

He couldn’t even remember how long it had been since he last gave her roses.

...

Airport.

Timothy stood at the arrivals gate, limping, and instantly became the center of attention.

He already had outstanding looks and height, but today he’d styled his hair to perfection, and his tailored suit made him look even more striking. The gorgeous red roses in his arms were eye-catching.

He could hear the whispers around him, many young women casting him envious glances.

No one knew which lucky girl such a remarkable man was waiting so intently for.

Timothy kept glancing at his watch. Every minute and second seemed endlessly dragged out.

He just wanted to see his Zoe as soon as possible.

In a daze, he thought back to those post-marriage years when he was always out early and home late, and with Naomi always on his mind, Zoe was left behind. Was she also sitting in an empty room like this, every day like a year, waiting?

He suddenly took out his phone, opened Zoe Ellison’s chat window, and scrolled way, way back, to their old messages.

Back then, she believed she’d lost their baby and cried every day. He, annoyed, once said he didn’t want to come home and see her consumed by grief or wearing a mournful face.

So she buried her pain, and every day sent him photos or videos of her exercising, baking, or cooking, trying to show she was pulling herself together.

She worked so hard to act happy and cheerful, afraid he’d get tired of her.

But him?

Those messages, he might only reply with a single "Mm" a day.

Sometimes if she made food, she’d ask him eagerly when he’d be home.

He would reply, as terse as possible: "Busy."

Now, at last, he understood how Zoe must have felt back then.

Timothy felt suffocated, breathless, and immediately closed the chat—he didn’t dare read any more.

If he went on, all he’d see was his own coldness, pushing her away bit by bit, slicing her heart with a thousand cuts.

Until, finally, she had a world that wasn’t just him anymore.

At that moment, the woman he’d been thinking about day and night finally appeared in the crowd.

Even just a beige cardigan and jeans made her shine—he spotted her in an instant.

But the light in his eyes quickly faded.

Because, walking right beside his wife, was that ever-present, infuriating Julian Sinclair!

They clearly hadn’t noticed him.

Zoe had her head tilted up, animatedly saying something to Julian, mouth turned up in a radiant smile, words tumbling out quickly.

Julian didn’t speak much, but always replied gently whenever Zoe paused, his gaze fixed on her face with open tenderness, nodding affectionately from time to time.

Timothy’s heart felt stabbed by a thousand needles—aching everywhere.

He took a deep breath, reminding himself: Julian saved her life, and Zoe was just being grateful, nothing more.

Swallowing down his jealousy and bitterness, he held the roses and walked toward the two of them, step by step.

"Zoe." He spoke, his voice trembling ever so slightly.

Zoe froze mid-step. The smile on her face faded instantly.

When she saw it was Timothy, she instinctively stepped back two steps, her whole look wary—and maybe even... annoyed.

And those steps took her straight back into Julian’s arms.

Julian steadied her by the shoulders, making sure she stood firm.

Even in public, he was careful not to overstep—but he still protected her.

Timothy forced down the flaring anger and jealousy within, gritted his teeth, and managed an awkward smile.

He then turned to Julian: "Uncle, thank you for saving my wife. Now that she’s back in Veridia, it’s time for her to come home. I’ll properly thank you another time."

Before Julian could answer, Zoe cut in, "Timothy Xavier, your wife died in Burona a long time ago! Now I’m just Zoe Ellison."

Timothy swallowed, speaking with guilt: "I know you blame me for not saving you that day. Let’s talk at home, okay? There are people everywhere, don’t let them see us like this."

Julian suddenly gave a snort, his tone openly mocking: "Timothy Xavier, so you do know you’re a joke?"

With that, he took Zoe’s hand and led her right around Timothy, heading for the exit.

Zoe didn’t hesitate, didn’t even break stride, not a single glance back.

Timothy hurried after them, but his still-unhealed knee shot waves of pain through him, every step felt like torture.

By the time he caught up, Zoe was already in Julian’s car.

He watched helplessly as the black van disappeared from view.

The roses in his arms were still fresh with dewdrops. Timothy loosened his grip, and the entire bouquet hit the ground, petals scattering everywhere.

...

The Sinclair Family.

Julian was worried Timothy would stake out my house, so he brought me straight to the Sinclair Estate.

And lately, Sharon and Doris were both being cared for by Madam Sinclair.

The black van rolled smoothly through the estate gates. As I opened the car door, two small figures burst toward me like wild colts, throwing themselves into my arms.

"Mommy!"

Doris’s voice was choked with tears, her little arms clinging tightly to my waist: "I thought you’d never come back, Mommy! Where did you go? Did someone really kidnap you?"

Sharon’s eyes were red too, her tiny hand gripping my clothes: "Auntie Ellison, I missed you so much... you’re finally back!"

My heart ached and turned soft. I crouched down, gently stroking their hair, and said softly: "I’m sorry, it’s my fault for making you worry. I wasn’t kidnapped, I just had to go away for work. Now I’m back, and I’ll stay with you, okay?"

I didn’t dare tell the truth, afraid it would scare them.

"It’s good you’re back, that’s all that matters!"

Madam Sinclair came over, leaning on her cane, and held my hand, looking me up and down.

Seeing that I looked healthy and well, she finally relaxed and said, "Child, you scared Grandma to death! Thank goodness Julian’s so capable, bringing you back safe and sound."

I thanked Grandma Sinclair, saying, "Grandma, I’m sorry for the trouble Doris and Sharon have given you these days."

"No trouble at all."

She laughed, waving a hand, her wrinkles smoothing with happiness. "This old house is so lonely when it’s just me. With those two little ones here, keeping me company, doing their little performances, I couldn’t be happier!"

Jenna came over and joked, "Attorney Sinclair really has skills. Zoe’s not just not thinner after these days—she actually looks a little rounder. You must have really enjoyed your time in Silverstream."

My cheeks flushed red at her words.

Madam Sinclair said, "Come inside, I made a special soup for Zoe, to help you recover."

Hand in hand with Doris and Sharon, we all went into the house together.

It was just about time for dinner.

Jenna stayed to eat as well.

During dinner, she deliberately asked Julian, "So, Attorney Sinclair, is Zoe going to live here from now on?"

Julian paused, then said, "That’s up to her. She can live wherever she wants."

I could guess what Julian was worrying about.

After all, I hadn’t divorced yet, and it wasn’t proper, just moving into the Sinclair house. What would people think?

But Madam Sinclair said, "She’ll stay with me, of course. If anyone asks, just say she’s keeping an old lady company."

Jenna pursed her lips and grumbled to Julian, "Attorney Sinclair, we’re all friends here—why are you being so stiff? Even Grandma’s got more EQ than you! If you say things like that, how is Zoe supposed to feel comfortable staying? Honestly!"

I shot Jenna a look, telling her to drop it.

Because there really wasn’t that kind of close, do-as-you-please intimacy between Julian and me yet.

Still, I thought Jenna had crossed a line with her words.

I glanced anxiously at Julian, afraid he’d put Jenna on the spot.

After all, Julian’s tongue could be just as harsh without a single swear word.

But unexpectedly, after all Jenna’s unabashed teasing, Julian nodded, saying, "I’ll have to learn more about EQ from Grandma from now on."

Just then Julian’s phone rang.

Sitting right beside him, I saw the caller ID—it was from the Kendall Family.

Madam Sinclair saw it too, and frowned: "It’s probably your mother again, wanting to talk about you and Zoe. Put it on speaker, I’ll talk to her."

But when Julian answered, it wasn’t his mother—it was his grandfather, urgent: "Julian! Do you have time now? Hurry to the hospital, your mother’s in emergency care! The doctor had me sign a critical condition notice. I... I’m afraid she’s not going to make it..."

"How did this happen?"

Julian’s voice turned heavier: "The last round of chemo went well. The overseas doctors said she shouldn’t have suddenly gotten worse."

His grandfather’s voice grew weaker, full of guilt: "It’s my fault for failing you both. I raised a thoughtless wretch! Sophia came by today and told your mother all about you and Zoe... that you two... Ai, I failed to teach my daughter. Your mother kept coughing up blood. The doctor says it’s very dangerous."

Julian hung up, stood, and headed out immediately.

I watched him leave anxiously, my fingers clenching as my heart became a mess of emotions.

Jenna was furious, cursing: "It’s that old witch Sophia Kendall again! Why can’t she just die already! Zoe’s not even with her son anymore and she STILL won’t leave her alone. Why does she care about Zoe and Attorney Sinclair? The nerve of that woman!"

Madam Sinclair’s eyes grew sad. I could tell she was seriously worried about the situation.

Jenna saw this, figured Madam Sinclair would want to talk to me alone, and excused herself.

Once she left, the living room fell silent.

I looked at Grandma Sinclair and spoke softly, full of guilt: "Grandma, I’m sorry. I brought trouble to Attorney Sinclair."

She sighed, holding my hand: "Child, you don’t need to apologize or blame yourself. I always liked you. Just don’t be afraid. If you and Julian care for each other, really want to be together—I’d never stand in your way. But I heard you and Timothy haven’t divorced yet. You both need to be clear about these things. Once you’re both single, whatever you do is fine, but before the divorce, you must keep your distance, and guard your reputation. Do you understand?"

Warmth spread from her hand into my heart, filling me with gratitude and with sour sadness.

I nodded, assuring her, "I will. When we were in Silverstream, Attorney Sinclair and I did nothing inappropriate. He just took me out to relax. He’s very respectful."

Madam Sinclair smiled, "I’m not worried, not about you or about Julian. I’m no old fossil. As for Julian’s mother... If she weren’t at death’s door, I wouldn’t even bother with her. But now, at the edge of life and death, I can’t stand in the way of Julian’s duty as a son. You understand, right?"

"Yes, I understand."

I said, "If, because of me, things become too difficult for Attorney Sinclair, I’ll step back. I won’t add to his troubles."

At that moment, a maid rushed in, reporting: "Madam, Timothy Xavier, President of Xavier Group, is here to see you. He said... he said..."

Madam Sinclair frowned: "What did he say?"

"He said he’s here to take his wife home..."

The maid glanced at me awkwardly, unsure if he should be let in.

Madam Sinclair’s expression turned stern: "Let him in. In fact, I have a few things I want to ask him!"

I hadn’t expected Timothy to be so relentless. The airport scene wasn’t enough—he actually chased me to the Sinclair house to embarrass me.

Soon, the maid brought Timothy in.

His driver followed behind, arms loaded with luxury gifts.

Madam Sinclair gave him a critical look, mockingly: "President Xavier, you visit an old woman like me so late at night—how can I bear such an honor? As for these gifts, our family doesn’t lack for anything. The only thing we’re missing is a kind and decent granddaughter-in-law."

The old lady didn’t bother to hide where she stood—she made it perfectly clear.

Timothy got the message.

His face was cold, though he managed to restrain himself: "Madam, I’m here to take my wife home. I know you and her have a close connection, that’s why she’s come here safely now. Of course, it’s only right to pay my respects first. But it’s late now, it’s time for her come home with me."

Madam Sinclair laughed coldly: "Let me ask you, President Xavier—who is your wife? Isn’t your wife that famous actress Serena Sawyer? Our family has no room for that kind of woman. If you’re looking for a wife, you shouldn’t be coming here."

Timothy took a deep breath: "Madam, I don’t think you know the full story with me and Zoe. I really know I was wrong this time. I swear, I’ll go home, apologize properly, and treat her well. Please, I beg you, let her come back with me! After all, we are still married, in the eyes of the law."

"Oh? Married?"

Madam Sinclair’s smile was half-mocking: "Then why don’t you use the Xavier Group’s official account and publicly confirm Zoe’s identity right now? If Zoe goes back with you, she’s just the wife you’re hiding away, kept in the dark! "

Timothy furrowed his brow: "I will take care of it, but not right now. Madam, you come from a prominent family—you know what it means to pull one string and unravel the whole net. I’ll acknowledge Zoe’s status, but I need time to lay the groundwork."

Madam Sinclair laughed out loud: "How interesting! You’ve been married to Zoe for four years, and it’s still that hard to publicly say she’s your wife? Groundwork? I’ve never heard of a man needing a ’plan’ just to tell the world who his wife is! Meanwhile, your mistress is on camera every week, streaming on X and showing off everywhere. Why didn’t you need to ’plan’ anything then?"

Timothy’s face was livid, but finally he couldn’t hold back anymore. His voice turned cold: "Madam, I respect you as an elder, and don’t want to upset you. But if you’re going to be like this, let me ask you: someone your age should value propriety above all else. Julian Sinclair is my ’uncle’ in name, and my uncle coveting my wife—what do you call that? That’s disgusting! That’s an indecent relationship!"

"Timothy Xavier, shut up!"

I couldn’t take it anymore, shouting: "Stop acting like a rabid dog, biting everyone you see. It’s me who doesn’t want to go back with you, it’s me who wants a divorce—no one else!"

Timothy gave a bitter laugh: "And what about Doris? You want her to call Julian Sinclair Daddy? The daughter I raised for four years, you want her calling somebody else Dad?"

I shot back: "And the daughter I carried for ten months, didn’t you have her call another woman Mom? Timothy Xavier, that’s life—the wheel always turns. It’s all fair."

Timothy bit out each word, "No matter how things turn, I never got into something indecent, never had an affair with someone ten years older than me. What you two are doing is shameless—an old man with a young woman; and as for you, trying to get back at me by being with my uncle. Can you honestly say, if Julian wasn’t my uncle, you’d still be with him?"

Madam Sinclair was so furious she was shaking. The maid panicked: "Madam! Are you alright? Quick! The heart medication!"

I rushed to her side, helping her catch her breath and giving her the pills.

She finally calmed down, the flush in her face fading.

I hated seeing Madam Sinclair at her age, being so upset by that bastard Timothy!

Trying to make him leave, I said: "Timothy Xavier, I’ll go back with you. We’ll settle our own affairs—don’t drag anyone else into this!"

Madam Sinclair said, "Wait! Zoe can’t go back with you!"

I looked at her with gratitude, choking up a little: "Grandma, I know you mean well, but please, rest. You’re too old to get this worked up."

"I consider you my own granddaughter. If you leave, do you think I’ll just stop worrying?"

Madam Sinclair pointed at Timothy: "With a bastard like him, if you leave, I’ll only worry more."

She went on: "Timothy Xavier, it’s clear to me now. You and your mother are running a two-pronged attack—one of you goes to the Kendall Family to drive Julian’s mother to the hospital, and the other comes here while Julian’s away to bully us women and children! Are you even a man? If you’ve got guts, go find Julian! Picking on Zoe—what does that prove?"

Timothy froze, demanding: "What do you mean? What happened to Grandma?"

I snapped, "How much longer are you going to pretend? Your mother went to speak nonsense in front of Grandma, and sent her to the hospital—she’s been given a critical notice. You’re always the innocent one, the one who benefits most."

Timothy said nothing more, turned and walked out the door.

Even if he didn’t know about this, every bout of misery we suffered ultimately traced back to him.

Just then, I heard a noise.

I turned to see Doris hiding behind the couch, eyes full of tears.

"Doris, how long have you been here?"

I hurried over and pulled my daughter out.

Doris sniffled, looking crushed: "Why is Daddy like that now?"

I sighed, "He’s always been like this."

"No."

Doris shook her head. "He never used to be like that. He was gentle, and patient. But just now—he was scary. Mommy, if you divorce Daddy, what about me? Am I supposed to call Uncle Sinclair ’Dad’? I’m confused..."

She frowned in pain, the tears flowing freely.

"Doris, Mommy would never force you to call anyone Dad. There’s no need to be confused. Whoever treats you well, whoever you care about—you’ll know in your heart, right? Timothy is your father, nothing will ever change that. I won’t force you to accept anyone else."

I kept trying to reassure her, but she clearly couldn’t process all this at once.

Especially earlier—so many things Timothy said, Doris didn’t understand, but she could still sense that something shameful had happened between me and Julian.

So now, even the way Doris looked at me was strange.

...

At the hospital.

A crowd waited outside the ICU.

This time, Sophia Kendall was truly terrified.

Because earlier, Julian had told her: "If anything happens to my mom this time, I’ll bury the entire Xavier Group with her!"