15

The sun was setting, painting the sky golden.

Kalus sat fatigued in the backseat as the high-end vehicle whizzed its way towards Tideview Manor.

"Mr. Mike, I have dealt with the people who maligned the young madam. Their accounts have been terminated, and we have filed suits against them. But the hottest trending topic of your wedding news couldn't be silenced." Ian was agitated.

Kalus stared out of the window through black eyes.

As he headed home, Kalus felt the temptation to call Amara. But he recalled how poorly their last conversation had gone, and he felt a bit self-conscious to go through Frank to talk to her again.

Even if she answered the phone, what could he say?

Should he apologize for what happened today?

Kalus could not apologize, but he felt guilty and trapped.

As the Rolls-Royce was approaching Tideview Manor, Kalus suddenly frowned and said, "Stop here."

The driver slowed down and stopped near the road.

Even before Ian could ask something, Kalus had already opened the car door and stepped out.

He proceeded straight across the road to an old-fashioned-looking tailor's shop.

Retro well-fitted suits were displayed at the glass window, and above the window, a signboard was hanging with the words, "Wisteria's."

Kalus suddenly remembered seeing this name on the gift box Amara had left, with the suit she had designed.

He pushed the door and went in. The wind chimes rang and an old tailor came out.

"Sir, are you to collect clothes or want to order clothes?"

Kalus was taken aback for a moment. He asked cautiously, "Did a woman in her twenties make a men's suit at your workshop some time last month?"

"Yes! There was this young woman who came by every day. I had a very vivid impression of her since she was so talented!

The eyes of the old tailor twinkled as he recalled Amara. "That girl is also so gifted in design. I have spent 40 years making clothes, but seriously, I am no match for her!"

"Did she come here every single day at those times?" Kalus asked softly as his throat narrowed.

"Yes, she was on time every morning and worked on the suit until we closed up shop at night. There were a couple of times I would catch her sleeping on the table because she was so exhausted. Sometimes, she would even go all day without having a drink of water. That poor child."

The old tailor recalled, "I asked her if it was for her boyfriend or father. She blushed and said it was for her husband. I didn't think she was married so young! I wonder who's the lucky fellow!"

Husband.

This word was a thorn in Kalus's heart.

Her eyes sparkled as she talked of her husband. I suppose she must care a lot about her husband. Otherwise, she wouldn't make everything from scratch, huh? Each stitch was made out of love. Oh, yeah. Who are you? How do you know her?"

Kalus's Adam's apple bobbed up and down. In a certain way, he said, "I'm her husband.".

The old tailor was amazed. He stared at Kalus and said, "Well, you two are the most handsome couple there is! What a perfect couple!"

As Kalus stepped out of the shop, the sun's rays hit his face. Everything was like a dream.

Amara had done this to him.

Did she love him?

But was she schizophrenic? How could she, if she loved him so much, cut away from him completely and hurry headlong into another man's arms?

Kalus felt hollow of heart. Something he never did before.

"Mr. Mike, why have you been to a tailor? You prefer wearing branded names. Why did you change your style?" Ian was clueless.

"No. Let us go back."

Then his phone rang suddenly.

Kalus almost got PTSD with his phone today. He scowled and pulled it out to figure out what the commotion was, then heaved a sigh of relief.

It was a call from his best friend, Ryan Hoffman, son of Hoffman Corporation.

"What's it?"

"Let's go out on the town tonight and party!"

"What are we partying?"

"Either your wedding or your divorce, depending on you!

"Get lost!"

"Haha! Only kidding! My new nightclub is opening today. Why don't you come over and give me your support? You haven't seen me for ages. Have you forgotten me? Don't you love me any more?"

Kalus paused a moment and took a deep breath.

"I'll see you this evening."

That evening, I took charge and prepared an elaborate dinner for Dean.

"Dera, you are smoke-allergic. Although it is not bad, you must try to stay away from it whenever you can." Dean looked at the table full of delicious food and was worried about my health.

"It's okay. I am used to it…"

I only knew later that I had spilled the beans. I was so at ease with my brother that I relaxed.

"What the fuck?! You cooked for that asshole every day for three years?! I'll kill the bastard fucking dead!"

Dean was so angry he almost flipped the table.

"It's nothing. It's normal that a wife cooks for her husband. Forget it already. I won't do it again ever."

I laughed out loud, but I couldn't keep the sadness and disappointment out of my eyes.

Dean, our class clown, suddenly grew serious. He came towards me, put out his arms, and wrapped himself around his sister like an oyster shell guarding a pearl.

"Imagine the last three years as being at a dog shelter volunteering. The four of us will pamper you for the rest of your life, Princess!"

At 9:00 p.m. on the dot, Hoffman Corporation's brand-new nightclub, ACE, was packed with celebrities. After all, everybody wanted to be there for Ryan Hoffman.

A worldwide limited-run Bugatti screeched to a halt at the front of ACE.

Dean, who was in the front passenger seat, got out first. He was wearing relaxed attire, a departure from his usual neat and serious office attire when he reported to work as a prosecutor. He looked young, handsome, and patrician.

The driver's door opened at this time.

I put my hand on Dean's palm and stepped out of the car, displaying my long legs. I wore a clingy and sexy silver spaghetti-strap dress tonight. The dress was sparkling in the faint light. My long, black hair had been done in big waves, and I wore a unique diamond tassel earring set, which was making my face glow.

Each man standing in line outside the nightclub was gasping when he saw me.

Dean was so frightened he pulled his sister nearer to him and whispered, "OMG, your dress is too revealing. Look at them!"

"Is it? But I do think I look pretty!" I arched my eyebrows cute.

"You are! But you're so beautiful that I'm afraid these wolves will attack you and eat you if I don't keep watch!

"If anyone so much as jump me, I'll pull out his teeth one by one!" I grinned nastily.

The nightclub was brimming with energy and excitement.

Dean didn't dare sit at the bar with his sister, so he took a booth and ordered a bottle of expensive liquor. He sat there gravely so that the filthy men would not bother him.

"Sigh… I did not want to go with you, Ax. There are too many babes here!"

I shook my wine glass and smiled sadly. "You really shouldn't be cockblocking me because I'm divorced."

"What the heck! Dera! You're divorced and it doesn't imply that you're useless! Stop going to this kind of place and choose a man! You need better standards!"

Dean drew nearer to me because he couldn't help but have lewd looks at me that sized me up.

Ryan and Kalus walked towards the relatively quiet luxury booth on the second level by now.

"Mr. Mike, you're dressed so nicely in a suit." Ryan glared at Kalus, his head wagging in disappointment. "You're glued to your suit? You've come here to relax, not discuss acquisitions!"

"Most of the nightclubs in Savrow operate at losses every year. Your club is not worth my expenditure."

Justin sat down gracefully.

"Haha! Will I lose money?"

"Don't you already lose money?"

"Yes, but I am not afraid. I just have money! Hahahaha!"

Ryan laughed uproariously. He picked up the whiskey glass and looked out at the crowd down below while drinking.

He quickly squinted his eyes and said, "Damn! She is fuckin' hot! She dresses as if she owns the world!"

Kalus never even noticed women, but Ryan made him look.

When he identified who Ryan was referring to, Kalus's eyes hardened and his blood burned.

It was Amara Kol!

Who was the fellow standing next to her?

Frank Denz?!