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To her surprise, after scrolling through some news, she drifted off into a deep sleep.
She’d forgotten to silence her phone. In the middle of the night, she was jolted awake by a series of notifications.
Frowning, she reached for her phone and saw that Yvonne had sent her a barrage of messages.
At the top were two video files.
The first had clearly been recorded at the nightclub.
Bathed in red and green lights, John was caught on camera kicking the two men who had been harassing Elsa, one blow each, violent and precise.
Then he stepped forward and slammed her against a wall. The man who was always so cold and restrained now spoke with a rough, almost desperate rasp.
“Elsa, do you even know what kind of place a bar is? You’re this sick, and you still dared to come out alone? How could you? Can’t you tell those creeps were drooling over you?”
“John, don’t touch me!”
Elsa shoved him hard, eyes rimmed with red.
Her sultry, almond-shaped eyes quickly filled with a misty sheen. Like a cold red rose suddenly cracking down the middle-proud yet fragile-it made her look heartbreakingly delicate.
“You promised me, you said you’d stay with me during the last days of my life. You can run to Lily; why can’t I be with someone else? You broke your promise, so I’ll break the rules too! Let go of me! I want to dance; I want to be happy with someone else!”
Elsa never got that chance.
Because John pulled her tightly into his arms, overcome with emotion.
Despite the background noise, Lily could clearly hear his voice-full of aching tenderness, “Lizzy, don’t do this to yourself. I’ll stay with you; always.”
The wind howled outside, whipping up the hem of Elsa’s scarlet dress; her expression matched it-bold, triumphant, basking in her victory.
She clung tightly to John’s chest, wrapped in romantic tension. Anyone who saw them would’ve called them a perfect match-meant to be.
The second video showed them back at the marital home.
John gently placed Elsa on a table. Elsa, still clinging to him like a delicate flower, whispered that her stomach hurt.
His expression was unreadable.
After a brief pause, he leaned down and carefully began to massage her abdomen.
Then she said her calf was cramping, so he knelt down again to rub her leg.
With Elsa, he never seemed to run out of patience.
Her eyes sparkled like a victorious general after battle.
She glanced smugly at the camera; then suddenly, she leaned in and kissed John’s lips.
Just like that time in the office-John didn’t dodge.
Lily had no interest in watching them kiss.
She just stood there, staring at the table under Elsa.
Before Elsa came back to the country, Lily and John had already set a wedding date.
While renovating their home, the design manager suggested adding a children’s room beside the guest bedroom.
John had the nursery done up in a sea of pink.
She’d once snuggled into his arms and teased him, asking why he picked pink. What if we have a son?
He’d told her he wanted a daughter. A daughter just like her-kind and thoughtful.
Everything in that room had been chosen with care.
When it came time to pick a desk, they’d visited store after store-but John hadn’t been satisfied with any of them.
Eventually, he spent over 40000 dollars to custom-order a pink desk just for their future daughter.
Lily had been filled with joy, dreaming of their wedding, of a happy life with a child of their own.
She never imagined that once Elsa came back, everything would change.
Their wedding had been postponed over and over.
And the desk John had chosen for their little girl was now the very table he and Elsa used to flirt.
It was disgusting. She regretted not smashing everything in the nursery that day when she’d stormed out in a hurry.
But while the revulsion hit her at first, staring at that pink study desk slowly dulled her heart to numbness.
That reckless, wholehearted love for John-dreaming of marrying him, having children together-felt like something from a past life.
There’s no chasing what’s gone. They both had to move forward.
So whether he and Elsa were kissing on that desk-or doing far worse-it had nothing to do with her anymore.
“Lily, you’re honestly so pathetic-fawning over my cousin like a simp, and in the end, you still ended up with nothing. I’m warning you, quit clinging to my cousin. The only one in his heart is Lizzy. They’re the real deal! A trashy girl like you doesn’t even deserve to carry Lizzy’s shoes. She’s the only woman I’ll ever recognize as my cousin’s wife. Try messing with them again, and I won’t let it slide!”
“Huh, no surprise-you bark like a dog, too. Pretty convincing!”
Yvonne’s messages got filthier and filthier; Lily stopped reading.
Right after that last one, she blocked Yvonne’s WeChat account without hesitation.
Just as expected, once she was blocked, Yvonne called her right away.
Lily always enjoyed cutting people off mid-rant-letting them choke on their own fury before hanging up. Let them scream into the void, seething in helpless rage.
Yvonne had woken her up in the middle of the night with all those spam messages. If Lily didn’t make me lose sleep too, what kind of justice was that?
By the third call, Lily finally picked up, calm and collected.
The second the line connected, Yvonne erupted, “Lily, you filthy wench, did you seriously just call me a dog? You-“
“See? Call you a rabid dog and you start foaming at the mouth.”
Lily cut her off coldly with a scoff. “Foaming at the mouth and biting everyone isn’t cute, Yvonne.”
“You haven’t skipped your rabies shot, have you? Just in case, I suggest you head to the hospital and get one. Maybe they’ll throw in a new brain while they’re at it.”
“You wench, who do you think-“
Lily didn’t give her the chance to finish. She hung up mid-sentence and promptly blocked her number too.
She knew how Yvonne operated-if she didn’t get to scream her lungs out at someone, it’d leave her stewing all night, grinding her teeth.
Just picturing Yvonne raging and losing her mind on the other end of the line made Lily feel absolutely fantastic.
She set her phone to silent and drifted off into a deep, satisfied sleep…
The next morning, Lily headed to the recording studio bright and early.
Ivan had been buzzing with excitement about their collaboration; he was already waiting outside the studio when she arrived.
When he saw her, he beamed and waved, his smile warm like sunshine breaking through a winter day.
“Big-“
Then he remembered Lily had asked him not to tell anyone she was about to marry James; no need to stir up trouble. He quickly corrected himself, “Lily, you made it! My dear sister!”
Technically, Ivan was a year older than Lily. Out of respect for both her and his big brother, he’d decided to call her “sister.”
Their conversation last night had been pleasant, and Lily had gotten used to his sunny, straightforward nature. She gave him a polite smile and walked with him toward the studio entrance.
What she didn’t expect was to run into John, Simon, Elsa, and Yvonne there.
Thinking of how the director’s studio was right next door, Lily figured Elsa was probably here to record for “Siren.”
As for John and Simon, no doubt they had come along to dote on their precious Elsa.
Running into these people first thing in the morning felt like stepping into something rotten. A sign of a bad day ahead.
She had no intention of exchanging pleasantries, but Yvonne stomped over with fury written all over her face.
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