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Julie stared at me in disbelief, unable to comprehend what was happening.
I turned my gaze to Fabian, waiting to see what he would choose.
Julie sobbed softly, “Fabian, please just let me…”
“Not happening.” Fabian interrupted her coldly.
My father had completely lost his temper.
He hurled the cup in his hand at Fabian, spilling coffee everywhere, and some stains landed
on Fabian’s expensive suit.
I caught a glimpse of a smug look flicker across Julie’s face.
“I love Palma. Julie has it tough on her own. I can’t just leave her behind.”
Fabian said, pulling Julie’s hand.
“Palma, I’ll wait for you to come around.”
With that, he turned and left, Julie hastily following him. Then, she stopped and turned back to give me a victorious smile.
“You bast**d!” My father, enraged, collapsed onto the sofa.
I hurried to comfort him.
Later that night, I opened my messages.
An old friend, Quinn, who I hadn’t heard from in years, had sent me a message.
[Palma, long time no see. Can I ask you for a small favor?]
Before I could respond, he called.
After a brief exchange of pleasantries, Quinn asked if I could help him bid on a pink diamond
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at an auction next week.
I agreed.
I had the week off.
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After the call ended, I noticed Fabian had updated his social media.
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There was a photo of a pair of beautiful hands holding a bowl of soup, with the familiar ring on his finger.
The caption read, “You only realize who truly loves you when you’re sick.”
I stared at the photo, memories flooding back.
I remembered the many nights Fabian was sick over the past five years, when I stayed by his bedside, sleepless, caring for him.
He had never once thanked me, let alone publicly expressed any gratitude.
I couldn’t help but laugh bitterly at myself. I had been so humble, so pathetic back then.
I closed the social media app and lay down on the soft bed, but my phone buzzed with a new message from Fabian.
It was another photo of the same bowl of soup.
[Palma, if you don’t come back, you might lose your status forever.]
I couldn’t help but snort and then tapped the screen to reply.
[Then hurry up and sign the divorce agreement.]
There was no reply for a long time.
I went back to check
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eted the post.
Instead, he pinned another one.
This time, it was just a photo.
It was a picture of my back.
That night, after drinking a little too much, I had asked Fabian to take a photo of me.
In a tipsy stupor, I grabbed his phone and posted the picture on his feed without any caption.
The comments started pouring in.
“Ms. Phelps‘ back is so stunning.”
“Did Mr. Lyon go on a date with Ms. Phelps?”
“Wishing Mr. Lyon and Ms. Phelps all the best.”
I read the comments, and anger and frustration bubbled up inside me.
I had wanted Fabian to clarify things. But instead, he got mad. “Palma, what are you doing?”
I instantly sobered up a bit, lowering my head in silence, feeling like a wilted flower. I followed Fabian home that night.
That was when I realized Fabian would never publicly acknowledge me.
I snapped out of it as my phone reminded me it was time for bed.
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I set it aside and snuggled into the soft pillows, determined not to think about anything e… The next morning, I headed to the auction.
Today, they were auctioning antique paintings.
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The next morning, I headed to the auction.
Today, they were auctioning antique paintings.
I saw Quinn, who gave me a friendly nod from across the room.
I smiled and waved back.
Throughout the auction, Quinn successfully won eight out of twelve items.
I waited in the back, preparing to leave.
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He found me after, his smile as warm as it had been five years ago when he left for abroad.
“Palma, long time no see.”
“Long time no see.”
Quinn handed me a bouquet of my favorite pink blossoms. The sweet fragrance filled the air.
We sat in the back and chatted for a long while.
When it was time to leave, Quinn gave me a hug, holding the flowers as he walked down the
path in the residential area.
As I neared my house, I saw Fabian standing there, also holding a bouquet of flowers.
When I got closer, his gaze first landed on the flowers in his hands.
He slowly spoke, his tone still haughty.
“Palma, come back with me.”
I didn’t respond. I just watched him with a faint smile.
But then, unexpectedly, Fabian lost his temper.
“That’s enough, alright? I’ve done everything I can! You’re getting jealous, but there’s a limit,
you know?”
