Semua Bab Seven-Year Itch: My Ex-Husband Doesn't Know I've Been Reborn: Bab 21 - Bab 30

Now my nervousness was mainly because I feared he'd see through how miserable and pathetic my life actually was."Here alone?" He walked up to me in a few steps. His light blue denim shirt was slightly wrinkled but fit him perfectly, paired with casual black jeans that looked elegant on him.He glanced at the painting I was carrying—one I'd purchased earlier today."Yes. What brings you here?" I asked, feeling awkward."Your parents are back. As their neighbor, I thought I'd buy them a painting as a gift," Nick replied casually.As a child, I spent more time at Nick's house, but his relationship with my parents was equally close.My father especially liked Nick, always praising him for being smart and level-headed—someone destined for success.I fell silent, reminded again of the little boy called “Peter.”Nick stood with his hands in his pockets, looking relaxed. "I remember you were an art student in high school, studying painting. Why don't you help me choose something?""O

"She offered to give me her dress, and you didn't notice?" I looked incredulous.Daniel laughed helplessly. "Honey, you were so beautiful that day—how could I pay attention to any other woman? She probably bought a knockoff. Those shouldn't be expensive."I pretended to have a realization. "You're right, it must have been a fake. And since I realized I don't like wearing clothes others have worn, I threw it straight in the trash."Daniel's brows furrowed slightly. The dress was expensive, and it was a gift to Wendy. He was clearly bothered that I'd thrown it away.What if Wendy demanded compensation from him?His attraction to Wendy was mostly physical. He could give her money, but definitely within limits.This was something he'd confessed to me in my previous life after I discovered his affair."Well, if it's gone, it's gone. If she needs compensation, I'll just pay her," Daniel clearly wanted to end this topic. He tossed the invitation aside and looked at the painting I'd bou

Me: Yes, he really is a good man.Then she sent me a video: They're close to us, but we have to leave now so we won't disturb them. Let's get together sometime.Me: Sounds good.I opened the short video Elaine had casually recorded. In those brief five seconds that panned across Daniel's area, I didn't focus on the men drinking. Instead, I immediately spotted Wendy walking toward their group through the crowd.I tightened my grip on my phone as humiliation and anger rapidly swelled inside me.A few cold words from me this morning weren't enough to upset Daniel to the point of needing to drink away his sorrows.He was just using an excuse to avoid coming home, using Melvin and Leon as cover to meet Wendy.In that moment, I suddenly realized he truly loved Wendy. I had been with him too long, we had been through too much, and he simply refused to admit his change of heart.He wanted to prove to everyone who had mocked us and opposed our relationship that he, Daniel Smith, wasn't

As he finished speaking, he seemed to remember something and immediately looked at me nervously. "Honey, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have been drinking with Miss Luther. I was wrong, and I promise it won't happen again!"Looking at his Oscar-worthy performance, I was astounded.I knew he was faking being drunk last night—he hadn't slept that deeply. I knew his alcohol tolerance too well. Besides, coming here with Wendy was clearly for intimate activities, so why would he allow himself to get completely wasted?He was just improvising after seeing me at the door.He did eventually fall asleep on the sofa—alcohol does have some effect, after all.“Miss Luther brought you here. You gave her the door code?" I stared intently into Daniel's eyes.He scratched his head, seemingly trying to recall something, then nodded. "Yes. Since we had that disagreement, I was feeling nostalgic about our time living here. I wanted to spend the night here. Melvin and Leon were also drunk, so I had to troub

The housekeeper looked at me in surprise. In the past, Susan would often instruct them to prepare certain dishes, and I never objected—I'd even ask them to make extra for Susan to take home.This was the first time I'd ever refused her request.Susan finally realized what was happening. She stood up and glared at me. "What's your problem? I can't even have a meal at your house now? Is this about that stupid dress?"Stupid dress? I sat down on the sofa and replied coolly, "That 'stupid dress' you're referring to was custom-made. It's the only one of its kind in that style and color globally, worth around a million."Susan's face flushed red. She snapped, "But I told you, I didn't damage it! If a million-dollar dress is that poorly made, you should take it up with the brand, not suspect me. Besides, Daniel is so rich and so generous with you. It's his money anyway, and if he doesn't care, why are you being so petty?"Her words revealed not just impatience and embarrassment, but the