Return, My Love: Wooing the Neglected Ex-Wife

Chapter 729:

Bobby sat on the couch, chewing gum. While other men were flanked by attractive companions, Bobby’s side was notably vacant. Unperturbed by Jett’s approach, Bobby leaned back, his arm resting on the sofa, presenting his face to Jett’s clenched fist. After all, having attempted to steal Fannie away, Bobby owed him at least an apology.

Jett seized Bobby’s collar with a furious grip, yanking him upward. “I’m warning you—stay the hell away from her!”

With a smirk, Bobby retorted, “Just out of curiosity, what’s your current relationship with her? I heard she dragged her folks all the way over here to dump you?”

He was clearly more involved than he let on.

Jett’s hand clenched into a fist, ready to strike, but Bobby caught it effortlessly.

“Why the rage, Jett? Is today the day you finally realized that Fannie isn’t into you? Or that she’s into me?”

Each possibility fed the scorching flames of Jett’s mounting rage.

Reaching for the closest bottle, Jett grasped it firmly, only for Fannie to hurry in and stop him just in time. She had been heading home when Dulce’s frantic call reached her. After piecing together that Jett was confronting Bobby, she hurried over.

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“Jett, stop this madness!”

“Let me go! I’ll end this fucking bastard!”

Meanwhile, Bobby, still standing, threw a provocative glance at Fannie, his eyes gleaming with mischief. Fannie gripped Jett’s waist tightly, a silent curse for Bobby brewing within her. Her piercing gaze shot Bobby a fiery warning, silently pleading with him not to escalate the tension. Yet, Bobby blatantly disregarded her plea.

“Now that we’re all gathered, let’s get things straight,” Bobby announced, shoving his hands into his pockets as he confronted Jett’s threatening glare. “You should thank me. If I hadn’t advised you against pressuring Fannie, you wouldn’t have won her over so effortlessly. Without my guidance, would you even be here, playing the jealous ex?”

His words struck a nerve, slicing through Jett’s confidence and halving his aggression in an instant.

Fannie’s eyes flickered between Jett and Bobby, a seed of doubt planted. Had Bobby really been the one to guide Jett in wooing her?

“I may not be a saint, but what about you?”

Bobby seized Jett’s collar and dragged him forward with force. Jett’s eyes burned with fury, yet he remained fixed in place.

With a sharp glare, Bobby declared icily, “Are you any better? Did anyone force you to sleep with Selma? Stop casting blame and take responsibility for your own mess. Is this the behavior of a true man?”

No sooner had Bobby’s accusation left his lips than Jett wrenched himself from Fannie’s grasp and lunged at him. The two men clashed, neither yielding, their anger escalating to the point of shattering bottles over each other’s heads in a wild melee.

Bobby and Jett were locked in a brutal fight, their rage so fierce that Fannie couldn’t pull them apart on her own. Eventually, a crowd from outside burst in, and it took about a dozen people to separate them.

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