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How delightful. I couldn’t stop the satisfied smile tugging at my lips.
Slyvana took that smile as confirmation and jumped at the chance to mock me.
“Don’t bother,” she sneered. “Kirby’s not inviting you. You won’t even get the chance to give it to him. Just hand it over-“
Leiss quickly pulled her back. “Stop talking.”
I turned to her with a cold look, then smiled just a little.
“Oh, you want this?” I said softly. “Well, now I definitely can’t let you have it. Guess I just really don’t like you.”
With a scoff, I handed over my card and completed the purchase.
Astrid stood nearby with her arms folded, watching Slyvana fume. The girl was practically vibrating with indignation.
“Miss, don’t flatter yourself,” Astrid said dryly. “Leslie’s not blind. As if she’d ever go out of her way to give Kirby anything.”
The two of us walked off in style while Slyvana stayed behind, hopping mad.
Leiss’ POV
I slipped off to a corner and couldn’t wait to share the juicy news with Kirby.
“Kirby, I just saw Leslie buying your birthday present!”
On the other end of the call, I heard his breath catch-sharp and heavy.
Exactly the reaction I wanted.
“I’m serious. Slyvana was there too! She bought that luxury men’s watch you like. Just wait- your gift is coming, hahaha…”
I couldn’t help but spill everything.
Kirby’s POV
“Leslie got you a gift?!”
Lance let out a full-throated cheer in my head. “Finally! That dumbass Leiss actually brought good news!”
I held back the excitement in my chest, forced my voice flat. “Noted. That’s enough.”
Originally, I hadn’t planned on celebrating this year. But now, I had to make it big.
How else was I going to get her to show up?
Usually, I’d spend my birthday with a few of the guys-nothing special. I remembered, before the marriage contract was dissolved, Leslie seemed eager to celebrate with me. I always brushed her off, saying it’d be awkward, just the two of us. Still, she always prepared something for me.
Thinking of that, I called Malach in right away.
“What happened to all the birthday gifts I got over the years?”
He froze for a second, like he hadn’t expected the question.
“Sir, the more expensive ones are locked in the vault or in the display cases.”
I frowned. Why couldn’t I remember what Leslie gave me during those three years?
“What about Leslie’s?”
There was another long pause before he spoke again, cautiously. “Alpha, which year are you referring to?”
“All of them.”
Malach cleared his throat. “First year, she gave you a ring. You… lost it.”
His voice dropped lower as he continued.
The second I heard that, something twisted inside me. Lance, who’d been riding high with excitement, went silent.
I remembered now. We got married, and I didn’t even bother with rings. Didn’t see the point.
But she’d prepared one.
I wore it for maybe two days. Said it felt weird. Stuffed it in a coat pocket somewhere and forgot about it.
It never turned up again.
Malach went on. “Second year, she gave you a scarf. Hand-knitted. You… gave it to Liana. She threw it out.”
I didn’t even get a word in before he rushed through it.
“Third year, she gave you nothing.”
The office went dead quiet.
The silence pressed down on me like something was tearing into my chest.
I stood there frozen, like my whole foundation was coming apart.
I’d crushed her warmth and passion with my bare hands.
Snuffed it out so completely that by year three, she didn’t even bother anymore.
The ring. The scarf. Things I had, and lost. Back then, I didn’t feel a thing.
So why did it hurt so much now?
Why did it feel like I couldn’t breathe?
I didn’t want to think about it. I didn’t want to know the answer.
I shoved past Malach and stormed into my dressing room. Started ripping jackets off hangers, one after another. Checking every pocket, every seam. Piling them into a mountain.
Nothing.
“Give it up,” Lance muttered darkly. “That was years ago. No way those coats are still here. And even if they were, the staff would’ve cleaned it all up.”
I refused to believe it. Kept digging.
That ring… Leslie’s ring. She must’ve poured all her courage and hope into that gift. Offered it despite all the crap I put her through.
And I just… threw it away.
After a long while, I finally stopped. Walked out, picked up my phone, and pulled up Leslie’s contact.
My heart pounded in my chest like it was trying to break free.
This was insane. I had no idea what I was doing. Still, my voice came out calm. Steady.
“Leslie, tomorrow’s my birthday. You have to come.”
It was the first time in my life I’d ever invited someone to a birthday party. My chest tightened instantly.