Secretly Married for 4 Years, He Regrets to Tears After the Divorce-Chapter 177: Confession

Ten months ago, at the same time he heard the devastating news of Adrian Lancaster’s plane crash, Spencer Sawyer also learned about Wren Sutton’s relationship with him.

He was so shocked he froze on the spot, unable to believe what he had heard. His mind was in turmoil for a long, long time.

’His junior from university was Mrs. Lancaster.’

What shocked him even more was that Wren Sutton was pregnant with Adrian Lancaster’s child, and she had clearly stated her intention to see the pregnancy through.

The Lancaster family protected and cared for her well; they didn’t mistreat her just because Adrian Lancaster was gone.

He had no opportunity to get close to her, nor any chance to reveal his feelings.

Frustrated and dejected, Spencer Sawyer chose to go abroad.

He felt that perhaps he and Wren Sutton were truly fated to meet but not destined to be together.

During the nearly one year he spent abroad, Spencer Sawyer was absent-minded in everything he did, listless and unable to lift his spirits.

He went to see a therapist, and the doctor got straight to the point, telling him he was suffering from unrequited love.

Spencer Sawyer didn’t deny it. He often dreamed of Wren Sutton, of their days in university.

"There is someone on my mind, all the time. She’s back home."

"An ailment of the heart requires a medicine for the heart," the therapist said, suggesting Spencer Sawyer return home.

"Go and see the person you long to see, and your ailment will naturally heal."

Upon hearing this, Spencer Sawyer gave it some careful thought and booked a flight home that very day.

After returning, he didn’t even have time to deal with his jet lag. He’d learned from Mrs. Sutton that Wren Sutton was at a postpartum care center, so he rushed over to see her the moment he got off the plane.

The room at the postpartum care center was spacious and bright. Ample sunlight streamed in, warming the skin, and a faint scent of lavender lingered in the air.

Wren Sutton still hadn’t fully recovered from her shock.

"Spencer, thank you for coming to see me. Please, have a seat."

Spencer Sawyer looked at the babies before he sat down.

Both little ones were awake. One was contentedly gnawing on its tiny fist, while the other stared curiously at the ceiling with wide, dark eyes, kicking its legs every now and then.

"The babies are so cute. You can tell they’re going to be smart. Future pillars of society, for sure."

"I came in a bit of a hurry today and didn’t get a chance to buy a gift for the babies. I’ll make it up to them next time."

Wren Sutton didn’t mind, and an understanding smile lit up her eyes.

"Spencer, there’s no need to be so formal. I’m just happy you came to see me."

Spencer Sawyer looked at her, a storm of emotions churning inside him. There was so much he wanted to say, but he didn’t know where to begin. After a moment of silence, he managed to ask, "Are you doing okay?"

His voice was tinged with sadness, and Wren Sutton heard the deeper meaning behind his words. She turned her head to look out the window, hiding the sudden, immense pain that shot through her heart.

Wren Sutton’s silence made Spencer Sawyer’s heart ache all the more.

"I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you."

"I’m fine," Wren Sutton said quietly, appearing calm.

Spencer Sawyer’s sincere gaze rested on her face, and he offered comfort in a gentle voice.

"You have to look forward. There’s no hurdle you can’t overcome."

"Whenever you need me, just say the word. I’ll be here for you in a heartbeat, to help you and take care of you."

"This isn’t pity. It’s a heartfelt offer from an old friend."

Silence hung in the air.

Wren Sutton listened intently, not interrupting him.

Seizing the opportunity, Spencer Sawyer finally said everything he had been keeping in his heart for more than a year.

He didn’t want to miss his chance again.

"To be honest, when I look at these two babies, I feel a real connection to them. I hope I can be a part of their lives as they grow up and be there for them when they need me."

Wren Sutton’s fingers tightened around her water glass. Her heart gave a sudden lurch.

She understood.

She understood the cautious care woven into his words, understood his desire to draw closer while being terrified of startling her.

This thoughtfulness touched her more deeply than any passionate confession could have.

Wren Sutton lowered her gaze, her long lashes casting soft shadows on her cheeks.

When she looked up again, a faint smile was still on her face, but for a brief moment, something deep in her eyes seemed to soften before she quickly regained her composure.

"Thank you, Spencer." Her voice was soft, with a slight tremor.

"I’m very grateful for your kindness. For the children to have another grown-up who adores them... that would be a blessing for them."

She neither accepted nor refused. She simply expressed her gratitude.

Spencer Sawyer felt a sense of contentment.

At least she hadn’t pushed him away, leaving a sliver of possibility for the future.