It was from the postnatal recovery center. Nellie was hosting the stream, smiling, chatting with followers. Steven sat beside her, gazing at her like she hung the moon.
The same look I used to think was meant for me.
The livestream had been going for nearly five hours.
The chat flooded the screen:
“So jealous—she’s staying in a $7,000-a-month postpartum recovery center and her husband’s right there with her.”
“Living the dream.”
“Manifesting a husband like that!”
Before Steven took over the Grant Family business, he served in the military. He hated being on camera. When I once asked for just a quick selfie, he shut me down cold with a look.
But here he was, smiling for the camera, streaming live with Nellie for all eyes to see.
Nellie beamed at the viewers. “He’s just really sweet and thoughtful~”
Thoughtful? A sharp ache stabbed at my chest as I wiped the corner of my eye, forcing a smile.
Steven was never that man with me.
I remember once begging him to go see a movie with me. It took ages to convince him. He finally said yes. But during that two-hour film? He slept through 90 minutes.