Chapter 9 Belated Fireworks
As Eileen’s gaze fell upon the news, the first idea that popped into her head was, “Is everyone gonna know I’m Fremont’s wife?”
The photo attached to the post showed Fremont hugging her with roses in his hand at the airport today.
Over the past few years, the real estate market had taken a severe hit, and multiple established domestic companies had been forced to declare bankruptcy or restructuring.
Fremont, however, had made waves in the tech industry. The chips he had developed broke through long–standing foreign technological barriers, making him the rising star of Warington with an unlimited. future.
Reporters had shown interest in his family repeatedly during interviews, and he had always confessed his deep love for his wife straightforwardly.
Everyone knew his wife was his one and only, and because he loved her so much, he protected her so perfectly that no one knew who she was.
In the photo, her sunglasses and mask covered her entire face, and all people could see was her trench coat and the purple dress‘ hem. Seeing this, Eileen breathed a sigh of relief.
She thought, “I’m so glad my face wasn’t exposed.
“Otherwise, I couldn’t have gotten a divorce in a short time.
“I want a divorce, not destroying Fremont. After all, half of his assets belong to me. Of course, I don’t want my assets to shrink over some
nonsense.
“Weird, though. How come this trending topic pops up at such a critical juncture? Was Fremont behind it? Because he wanted to stop me from getting a divorce?
“Nope, that doesn’t make any sense.
“If it was him, he has countless photos of us together on his phone. He could have posted any of them showing my face.
“Maybe someone else posted it because his airport pickup was too showy.”
She didn’t dwell on it further, knowing trending topics like this would go away soon enough.
After scrolling through the comments below, she felt sleepy and soon fell asleep on the sofa.
Little did she know that a hidden camera in the living room’s painting wast
- on.
Fremont didn’t go far. After circling the car around the neighborhood, he pulled it up at the villa next to theirs.
Then he entered using his fingerprint.
Eileen would never have expected that he had bought this villa. He had gone through a lot to finally coax her back and wouldn’t allow any man to catch even a glimpse of her.
Turning on the TV, he saw several surveillance feeds on the screen.
It was the only thing he’d do when he had some free time during his business trips. No matter where he was, he’d check on her, wanting to know what she was doing.
There were several hidden cameras in the living room and one in the
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bedroom.
He zoomed in on the living room camera feed. Curling up on the sofa, Eileen was asleep, and Coco was playing with a wool ball on the carpet
The soft, yellow light shone on her delicate face, adding a touch of gentleness to her temperament, captivating him.
He gazed at Eileen with obsession. “Eily, we will never separate. Ever”
The next day.
Eileen woke up on the sofa with a blanket on her, still groggy
She looked up at Helga, who was in the courtyard.
It must have been Helga who covered her with the blanket.
Her sleep had improved recently, and she hadn’t experienced any other pregnancy symptoms yet.
Without thinking much, she brushed away the blanket and stood up.
Breakfast was on the table–it was soup from her favorite joint.
After she finished breakfast, Helga walked inside with freshly cut roses, smiling brightly, “Mrs. Woodward, Mr. Woodward had someone queue up for the soup early this morning. He loves you so much.”
Without saying anything, Eileen picked up a pair of scissors, trimmed the stems, and arranged the roses in a vase.
While cleaning, Helga added, “Oh, and Mr. Woodward wanted to see you at Grastro Bay at eight tonight. I bet there’s a surprise waiting for you!”
Eileen knew exactly what Fremont was trying to do. He wanted to win her back by evoking her old memories.
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But she was no longer a lovestruck fool, and her hope for him and their relationship had already gone.
She’d go there, but only to talk to him about her comeback.
As she was lost in thoughts, she accidentally pricked her finger on a rose thorn. Instantly, blood oozed out.
Helga exclaimed, “Mrs. Woodward! Are you OK? If Mr. Woodward sees this, it’ll break his heart.”
As Eileen’s eyes landed on the blood–stained branch, she inexplicably felt
uneasy.
The sun had set, and she drove to Grastro Bay.
Right after she left, Helga called Fremont, reporting dutifully, “Mrs. Woodward has left the door. Mr. Woodward, grasp the chance! Remember what I told you–be domineering and wild. I’m sure you can win her back.”
In fact, Helga used to be the biggest shipper of Eileen’s relationships.
She had been the shipper of Eileen and Welburn, but later on, she found she liked seeing Eileen and Fremont even more.
Perhaps she was the only shipper who had come up with the idea of working as a maid at her idols‘ home to stan them up close.
After driving for a while, Eileen received a call from Ursula Woodward, Fremont’s sister.
“Do you have a second now, Eileen? I crashed my car on the roadside, and I couldn’t reach Fremont. What should I do?”
“Where are you?” Eileen asked.
“Champagne Avenue.”
“Give me five minutes. I’ll be right there.”
Eileen drove over. It just so happened that Champagne Avenue wasn’t far
away.
She and Ursula had gotten along well until she refused to give Ursula the number of an actor.
The actor, though seemingly upright, was actually a jerk who loved sleeping with actresses he was working with.
And of course, she wouldn’t introduce him to Ursula. She also advised Ursula to stay away from him.
Ursula agreed but then gradually began distancing herself. If it weren’t for the accident, perhaps Ursula would never call her again.
They had gotten along for years, and to her, Ursula was already her sister.
After arriving at the scene, she saw a silver Porsche 918 that had crashed into a streetlamp.
A woman was leaning against the car in her heels. She was dressed sexily as if she had just left a nightclub. With a cigarette between her fingers, she was happily on the phone with someone, not at all caring about the damaged car.
Eileen could hardly recognize Ursula anymore.
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Fremont had risen to fame and wealth these years, and it made sense that to his family. But sadly, Ursula had indulged herself in pleasure brought by money too much.
At the sight of Eileen, Ursula hung up, strode toward her quickly, and pouted while taking Eileen’s hand. “Finally, you’re here, Eileen. What
should I do?”
“Have you called the insurance?” Eileen asked.
“How? Could you do it for me?”
After reporting the accident on the phone, Eileen hung up and looked at Ursula. “How did you crash into a streetlamp? The road is so wide.”
“It’s a new car, and I’m not used to it yet. And I drove a little fast… Spare me, OK, Eileen? I didn’t mean to. Were you on the way to see Fremont? Did I mess up your plans?”
The night was getting dark. Figuring that half an hour later wouldn’t be a big problem, Eileen shook her head.
“It’s fine.”
Half an hour later, Eileen showed up at Grastro Bay, only to see Fremont walking toward a woman from behind, with a bouquet of roses, his gaze filled with affection.
At that precise moment, fireworks soared into the sky and bloomed into countless glittering splinters.
Under the sky lit up by the fireworks, Fremont knelt on one knee.
The woman who stood with her back to him was Chelsea.
Witnessing the scene, Eileen felt that someone was tearing her heart apart into pieces, and the heartache was so overwhelmingly immense that she could hardly breathe.
As if being cast a spell, she stood frozen, unable to move even the slightest.
She wanted to say something, but her throat was so dry that she couldn’t
utter a word at all. All she could do was stare at them, her nose twitching.
Finally, he granted his fireworks promise, but those fireworks weren’t for
her.
Under the dazzling fireworks, he betrayed their vows.
Fremont confessed his deep love affectionately when facing Chelsea’s back. Her figure resembled Eileen’s greatly, and she especially put on a purple dress for today’s occasion.
As she turned around to take the bouquet happily, a photo was taken.
At the same time, fireworks exploded in the sky.
Fremont’s ghastly pale face was illuminated.
“You?!” he exclaimed.
Chelsea explained with a bashful smile, “I was enjoying the fireworks here and turned around when I heard a familiar voice. What a nice coincidence, Mr. Woodward…”
He could no longer hear what she was talking about. His mind went blank as he turned around stiffly and saw Eileen on the stairs.
They locked eyes across the distance. She curved her lips into a smile, and the contempt and mockery in her eyes were undisguised.
In the next second, she turned to leave without hesitation.
“Eily! Stop!-I can explain!” Fremont shouted, his voice twisted with desperation.
