Chapter 3
Elliot’s face changed instantly.[]
“Lydia, are you serious right now? It’s just over a million dollars – why are you being so petty?!“[]
“I just forgot about the anniversary. Is it really necessary to embarrass me like this in front of everyone?“]]
Elliot’s voice rose with excitement, drawing curious glances from nearby tables.]
Elliot took a deep breath, obviously trying to control his anger, then said in a condescending tone:]
“Fine, fine, I forgot the date. I was wrong. Tomorrow I’ll make time, and we’ll make up for the anniversary, okay?“[]
“No need.“[]
I stood up and picked up the gift box with the car keys from the table.[]
“Lydia!”
Elliot didn’t expect me to be so decisive and instinctively called out to stop me.
Just as I was about to turn and leave, Isla’s eyes fixed on the gift box in my hand.[]
Then, in a voice just loud enough for me and Elliot to hear, she murmured with envy and grievance:
“It’s that limited edition… 911. Elliot, that’s my favorite car…
Elliot immediately turned to me and extended his hand, his tone carrying a natural command:[]
“That’s my anniversary gift! Give it to me.“]
I stopped and looked back at Elliot’s outstretched hand, finding it ridiculous.]
“Why should I?“]
“Because it’s the wedding anniversary gift you bought for me!“]
“Lydia, are you serious? Now you’re taking back gifts you’ve given?“|[]
Elliot’s voice rose again, and the murmuring around us became more obvious.[]
“Are you serious?” I almost laughed out loud.]
“Elliot, you brought your mistress, wearing a new suit bought with my $1.5 million, to our fifth anniversary restaurant, and now you want to lecture me? And you want me to give you a gift?“]
I stared into Elliot’s eyes. “Do you really think you deserve this gift?“]
“You!” Elliot’s face darkened with anger.
Just then, Isla suddenly stepped forward, blocking Elliot, her voice trembling with pleading:[]
“Lydia! Please don’t be angry! It’s all my fault!“]
“It’s my fault. I shouldn’t have appeared here. I didn’t mean to cause trouble between you and Elliot! Please don’t blame him!“[]
As Isla spoke, she nervously began unbuttoning her expensive suit, tears welling up in her eyes. As she unbuttoned, she said:[]
“The clothes… I’ll take them off right now and return them to you! Please don’t be angry with Elliot! Elliot is under a lot of pressure… he’s really working so hard…“]]
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“Isla! What are you doing! Stop it!” Elliot rushed forward to stop her, angry and pained.[]
He turned to glare at me:[]
“Lydia, look what you’re doing to her.“[]
“She’s just a child! Can’t you show her some tolerance? Why do you have to force her like this?”
“It’s just a damn suit! Is it really that important?“[]
Elliot protectively held Isla tight, as if she were the wronged victim.[]
And I had become the unreasonable villain.]
I watched their intimate struggle, watched Elliot’s undisguised protection of Isla.[]
All eyes in the restaurant were focused on us, filled with curiosity, contempt, and the excitement of watching a soap opera.]]
Staying here would only invite more ridicule.[]
I pulled out my phone contacts and found some friends I hadn’t contacted in a long time.[]
They were childhood friends – wealthy, carefree, reliable, at least when it came to entertainment and fun.[]
“Drinks, singing, bring some people. My treat.” I sent them a brief message.[]
I almost immediately received replies.
I drove directly to the top–tier club.[]
In the private room, the table was piled with expensive liquor.[]
My friends were already there, and as expected, they were cuddling with several handsome young models.[]
“Wow, Lydia! Look who finally decided to show up! Five years – what made you willing to come out and play today?“[]
One of my old friends, with her arm around a young man’s waist, laughingly handed me a drink.]
I didn’t explain and downed the drink in one gulp.[]
The harsh liquor slid down my throat, and I said, “I’m angry, just here to vent.“]
“Got it! Lydia’s angry, so this is serious business for us.“]
“Come on, boys, let’s make sure Lydia has a good time!“]]
The boy next to me knew exactly how to play his role. He leaned close to me, his hand naturally linking with my arm.[]
Suddenly, I uncontrollably took out my phone.[]
From this angle, it was suggestive – the lighting was dim, the boy’s face wasn’t clear, but our clasped hands were clearly visible.[]
Elliot had texted asking where I was.[]
Without hesitation, I sent him the photo and video, then turned off my phone.
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