Chapter 115: Chapter 115: Anniversary celebration
A man stood by the window, dressed in a dark tailored suit, one hand tucked into his pocket as though he owned the place.
When he turned, the smile on his lips was as refined as ever.
And just as hateful.
Daniel Caldwell.
Lilian’s fingers curled tightly. "How dare you co here?"
Daniel glanced at her calmly. "Still so emotional. No wonder you ruin everything you touch."
"Get out."
"I ca to congratulate you." He adjusted his cufflinks. "You’re back beside Alexander again. Impressive. I didn’t think he would still pity you after all these years."
Her face paled. "Watch your words."
He stepped closer, lowering his voice.
"Tell , Lilian... if Alexander learns why you were outside that night, what do you think he’ll do?"
Her breath caught.
"Shut up."
"If Alexander learns what you did that night... or why you ca back to him after everything fell apart..."
"Shut up!"
Her voice cracked through the room.
For the first ti, Daniel smiled for real.
"There she is."
Lilian’s chest rose and fell violently. "You’re the one who destroyed ."
"No," Daniel said coldly. "I simply exposed what you were willing to beco."
He leaned in slightly.
"You should be thanking . Without that night, would Alexander have spent years helping you out of guilt?"
Lilian’s hand flew across his face.
The sharp sound echoed through the room.
Daniel slowly turned back, touching his cheek.
Then he laughed.
"You can deny it all you want. But if I fall, I won’t fall alone."
He placed a business card on the table.
"Call
when Alexander finally sees through your little gas."
He walked past her, then paused at the door.
"Oh... and congratulations on almost losing Alexander to his wife."
The door closed.
Lilian stood frozen.
Then, with trembling hands, she snatched the card and tore it into pieces.
But her expression had already changed.
Because for the first ti in years—
she was afraid of the truth resurfacing.
Alicia’s POV
??September 20th arrived quickly.
??It wasn’t a Saturday or Sunday, but a Wednesday—just an ordinary workday.
??Shortly before the end of office hours, I received a ssage from Alexander.
??Wait for
in the parking garage after work. We’re going out for dinner tonight.
??I stared at the screen for a mont before replying.
??Okay.
??After work, I went down to the underground parking garage, found Alexander’s car, and slipped into the passenger seat to wait.
??As I sat there, my gaze drifted to the glove compartnt.
??It wasn’t fully closed.
??Inside was a small velvet box.
??A ring box.
??My heartbeat quickened.
??After hesitating for a mont, I opened it.
??Nestled inside was a delicately designed diamond ring, elegant and understated.
??Could this be Alexander’s gift for our anniversary?
??I carefully placed it back exactly where I had found it.
??A mont later, the driver’s door opened and Alexander got in.
??He glanced at . "Have you been waiting long?"
??"Not really."
??"Good. Let’s go."
??He started the car and drove out of the garage.
??I turned to look at him. "Where are we going for dinner?"
??"A Michelin-starred restaurant. I already made a reservation."
??"Sounds nice."
??Soon, the car ca to a stop in front of an upscale restaurant.
??A valet opened the door for Alexander, and he ca around to my side before taking my hand.
??Together, we walked inside.
??The waiter respectfully led us to a private dining room.
??When the door opened, I froze.
??The room had been decorated with painstaking care.
??Soft golden lighting filled the space. Red candles flickered gently across the table. A lavish bouquet of roses rested in the center, and the sofa was lined with heart-shaped cushions.
??The atmosphere was intimate, warm... romantic.
??"Congratulations on your second wedding anniversary," the waiter said with a smile. "Mr. Blackwood arranged this candlelight dinner in advance. We wish you both a lifeti of happiness and children soon. Please enjoy your evening."
??With that, he quietly withdrew.
??Alexander walked to the table, picked up the bouquet, and ca to stand before .
??He offered it to .
??"Happy second anniversary, dear wife."
??I stared at him, stunned.
??In the candlelight, his sharp features seed almost sculpted from shadow and gold. His usually cold eyes were unexpectedly gentle tonight.
??Dear wife.
??He had never called
that before.
??The words felt strangely unfamiliar... yet carried a warmth I had secretly longed for.
??My chest tightened, and the tip of my nose stung.
??Alexander took the bouquet from my trembling hands and set it aside.
??"Sit."
??He pulled out a chair for
and helped
sit down before taking the seat across from .
??The dishes had already been prepared, each one beautifully plated.
??I forced myself to smile.
??"When did you make the reservation?"
??"A week ago."
??A week ago.
??That ant he had rembered.
??"Do you like this place?" he asked.
??"It’s beautiful."
??His gaze softened slightly.
??Then he reached for sothing on the table and placed a square lacquered box in front of .
??"I have a gift for you."
??The box was exquisite—painted deep red with delicate carved patterns.
??About the size of a bracelet case.
??"Open it," he said. "See if you like it."
??I slowly lifted the lid.
??Inside lay an erald bracelet, its translucent green stones glowing softly against a pale blue setting.
??My fingers froze.
??It looked painfully familiar.
??Almost identical to the bracelet Alexander had bought at the jewelry store before Grandma’s birthday.
??No...
??It couldn’t be the sa one.
??He wouldn’t take this from Lilian and give it to .
??...Would he?
??The warmth that had just filled my chest cooled in an instant.
??Alexander noticed my expression.
??His hand paused.
??"Don’t you like it?"
??He closed the lid gently and pushed the box a little closer.
??"Try it on."
??"I’ll wear it when we get ho," I replied softly.
??Perhaps it had cost a fortune.
??Perhaps he had chosen it carefully.
??Perhaps he truly believed he was making
happy.
??But from the very beginning—
??he had gone in the wrong direction.
??I didn’t want a bracelet like this.
??In truth...
??I didn’t want it at all.
The bracelet wasn’t ant for , so I wanted nothing that reminded
of it.
??But perhaps that was simply my fate—
??always living in Lilian’s shadow.
??I would always have to wait until she had sothing first before I could receive what was left behind.
??My thoughts drifted to the delicate ring I had seen earlier in the car.
??It wasn’t for ... was it?
??Maybe it was for Lilian’s birthday.
??So, was Alexander planning to finish this romantic dinner with ... only to go et Lilian afterward?
??He truly did keep himself busy.
??After a mont of hesitation, I looked up at him.
??"I saw a ring in your car earlier," I said lightly. "It was delicate and beautiful. I really liked it. Could you give it to ?"
??We had been married for two years.
Yet we didn’t even have wedding rings.
Once, I had secretly bought a matching pair.
I wore mine to work, full of hope.
But Alexander refused to wear his.
He said if both of us wore matching rings, people would notice.
Back then, I had foolishly replied, If only one person wears it, no one will pay attention.
So I took mine off.
But he never wore his either.
He simply didn’t want to.
In the end, one ring was lost.
The other remained forgotten in a drawer.
"That ring was custom-made," Alexander said calmly. "If you like it, I can ask the designer to make one for you."
I smiled faintly and looked straight into his eyes.
"Why make another one for ?"
My fingers tightened around the wineglass.
"Why not give
that one, and have the designer make another for whoever it was ant for?"....
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