And now he refused to even let me go. This hollow, hypocritical marriage, I didn’t want it anymore.
Three days later, he suddenly showed up at the villa. His tone had softened.
“Eleanor, today’s your birthday. I prepared a surprise just for you.”
Before I could say a word, he pulled me into the car and brought me to a high-end private club.
He opened the door to a luxurious private room, inside stood a towering champagne fountain and an exquisite eight-tier cake.
His friends all shouted in unison, “Happy birthday, sis-in-law!”
Alaric gently placed a birthday’s hat on my head, his voice warm but edged with warning.
“You’ve been through a lot lately, I know. But remember, you’ll always be my wife. So, stop being stubborn, alright?”
Just then, the private room door swung open.
Ruby walked in gracefully. The mood shifted in an instant.
She leaned close to Alaric, whispering just loud enough for only me to hear, “I’m not wearing anything underneath.”
Alaric’s expression changed immediately. Without a word, he turned to me. “I’ll be right back.”
Then he followed her out.
And never returned.
The guests exchanged awkward glances before making excuses to leave, one after another.