Chapter 5 Who Wrote the Diary?

After saying goodbye to Luke and Cayden, Sydney returned to her father’s old residence.

The house was dusty and had not been cleaned in a long time.

Hence, Sydney put on her apron and started to clean up.

From under the sofa, she found her wedding photo with Julien. In the photo, she was smiling like a flower, while Julien stood beside her with a cold face and visible impatience between his brows.

Next to it were the notes she had written.

The diary recorded what the man liked to eat, the things he used, his hobbies, and so on.

All her thoughts were focused on Julien. She had tried hard to keep up the hard-won marriage, but reality gave her a resounding slap on the face.

Sourness built up in her eyes. Nevertheless, Sydney looked up and forced herself to swallow her tears.

The chime of a text message interrupted her. She took a look and saw that it was from Cayden.

[Sydney, you helped me six years ago, so it’s time for me to help you six years later. Don’t worry and just do what you need to. I’ll be your support.]

Warmth welled up in her heart.

Although Cayden truly wanted to repay her, she did not want to rely on anyone. Ever since she married Julien, she had put away her temper in order to be a good wife. She almost forgot how free and easy she used to be.

Picking up the phone, Sydney dialed a number.

“Sydney, what are you up to this time?” On the other end was Julien’s indifferent voice.

Her voice was equally devoid of warmth, treating him as if he was a stranger. “Tomorrow, Monday, don’t forget to go to the Town Hall for the divorce procedures.”

Julien frowned. “You–”

She hung up without waiting for him to finish his sentence. As the man gripped his phone, his gaze darkened.

“Julien, who called you?” Inside the bedroom, on the bed, Lyra looked at the balcony to the side in confusion.

Julien put the phone away, walked over as if nothing happened, and tucked the quilt for her. “It’s nothing. Drink your medicine first.”

Lyra’s pale face was heartbreaking. She held the man’s hand and pouted pitifully. “The medicine is too bitter. The taste makes it so hard to swallow.”

Julien raised his brows. “Do you remember when we were pen pals, didn’t you say you weren’t afraid of bitter medicine? Be a good girl and drink the medicine so you can recover.”

He spoke casually and did not notice what flashed in Lyra’s eyes.

Soon, she raised her little face again, and her large eyes were watery. “Okay. I’ll listen to you, Julien.”

Lyra had been in a coma for six years, so her body was thin, her face was pallid, and her personality was still stuck in her school days.

Seeing her like that made the man’s heart ache. “I’ll tell Zach to change the medicine to something less bitter.”

Lyra smiled sweetly and wrapped her arms around him, acting like a spoiled child. “You’re the best, Julien!”

After leaving the room, Julien went downstairs, and Velma came over with a bowl of soup. “Is Lyra feeling better?”

“She just took her medicine. She’s talking to her parents on the phone now.”

Velma smiled. “Julien, Lyra’s father is the chairman of Trison Corporation. Him agreeing to us bringing Lyra back is also a disguised agreement of your marriage to Lyra. We can’t neglect Lyra.”

Looking at his mother’s considerate care for Lyra, Julien suddenly remembered the time when Sydney fell ill with the flu last year.

Back then, Velma lost her temper downstairs, smashing items around. As such, Sydney had to come down and cook while she was sick.

A mix of feelings overtook him for a moment before he nipped it in the bud. First, she hit Lyra, took advantage of Lyra’s injury, and went to great lengths to marry him. She only had herself to blame.

Velma looked around. “Where did Jay go? I haven’t seen him all day.”

Just as she said that, the front door pushed open with a bang. Jayden came back with a gloomy face full of anger.

“What’s wrong, Jay?” Velma hurriedly put down the bowl and went to check on her youngest son.

Jayden waved her hand away. “I’m fine, Mom.”

Then, he looked at his elder brother and hesitated. “Julien, I saw Sydney at the bar today, and she was really close to a male model. Their relationship does not look ordinary.”

Julien’s face turned cold. “Who was she with?”